Ducks and a creek
with green grass
a warm sun
concrete and beauty
no longer mine
perhaps the lesson
is that they never were
all of life-what belongs
there is no belonging
each moment passes like
materials you handle throughout
there is no belonging
only touching/tasting
and maybe flowing
what's real is the flow
the continuous cycle
I am new tomorrow but
I always was I am only now being realized
perhaps
if I realize
you must not be present to realize?
you must see a duck and its constant flow
in a never ending stream
struggling yet effortless
ebb and flow.