Ducks

I remember,

I was there

One misty morning.

Silver was the color

the sky was shining.

Silhouettes of trees towards my left,

A prairie stretched in front of me.

That's when I saw the ducks:

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Five ducks floating about

in the pond that was across from me!

My breath rose up like

steam from a train engine,

I clutched the warm tea-cup.

Dew drops clung on to pointed leaves

as a mist wrapped itself around my body.

And we were one, the air and I,

and the ducks,

who were still day-dreaming,

floating aimlessly,

when it was time for me

to turn around and leave.

Life!