Blue sky, gentle waters,
Statuesque their proud necks bent,
No fear of me gliding up nearby,
White birds of tranquillity.
All is a painting drawn on canvass
Objects of oil easily erasable
Composite and flat.
Possession is alien
To these feathered graces
Who saunter through life
As images in a dream.
Mallards sidle up looking for morsels
I sneeze they’re flustered
Swans never blink
But keep on resting
Among reeds and eddies
Happy interdependent,
Aware of the canvass.
© 09/08/98
