I sit on my favorite bench,
Looking at the waves,
And the trees, the floating plants,
Being brushed by the wind.
Floating gently on the surface,
A mama duck approaches
With seven little ones
Floating very close to her feathered body.
I smile in awe.
For I see her in me
For I see parts of myself in the babies.
I do the same, mama,
I call to me all my past little ones
And hold contact space with them.
They need love
And I am the vessel of it.
I wrote this on a summer day on the coastline while in Utö, Sweden, 2023 🦆
댓글