At the reserve: A poem 

I see the ducks 

and thank my luck 

that the sky is clear over the reserve 

This I think is what I deserve 

The river glows 

with the gold the sun throws 

The trees bend 

Shady and ever-present 

I feel the light sparkle within me 

And the cool wind against my bare knees 

makes me still in my solitude 

Yet my mind is both placid and fluid 

I’ll take the walk back home 

and not think of the jagged stones 

that are so very rife 

in a not-so-easy life