Ducks

ducks poetry abstract illustration art

My greatest accomplishment

Was lower or higher than 

A pebble or a soft whispered wind

Does my life impress ducks

I don’t think they see me

And all my struggles

They see grass, they see water

Not some wild tiny matter

They see beauty they feel peace

I am hungry and restless

My feet are pacing looking for meaning

While the ducks are swimming gently

On the sweet waves of cooling lake water

That loves them just like it loves me.