I floated off somewhere to another land
and saw my Granny feeding ducks
and all around the pear trees grew
and everywhere I was looking through
windows in the shrubbery
and I saw paths winding
as far as I could see.
And across the fields
there was the sea
and surprisingly,
ships were lined-up across the broad horizon
as the tide was in.
So I know that ships were rising
because it is true:
A rising tide lifts all ships.
But there were no ducks upon the sea
as they were on the garden path
following me,
and quacking with a joy to see
happy ducks and happy me.
Life is blessed with Simplicity.
There is no need to change the plan.
But when waiting patiently,
all will come to be resolved
and babies grow becoming old,
and all there is will one day be
all we need to cross the seas.
And now I sit underneath the trees
feeding pears to the ducks with me.
(Written July 23, 2025)
Photo by BP: Ethel Spowers, linocut,
Overtures, 1926 (1890-1947 Australian Artist)
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