i went for a walk today
before sunrise
i soaked in the slow spread
of the golden-red
across the sky
like the first wash
of a painting
the lake gently nudged
its bank-dwellers awake
a flock of ducks
took off one by one
skyward, in formation
a black and white magpie
opened its wings, revealing
a shimmery, deep blue
a swan sailed silently
across the grey lake
rippling the reflections
its chick, hesitating at first
behind the tall fronds
stepped forwards
and plop, landed in the waters
following its mother
creating ripple inside ripple
in a mesmerizing pattern
which gradually subsided into
a calm blue-grey
it was like
like nothing ever happened
until a goose, honking loudly
stepped into the water
and splashed about wildly
another, and then another
joined in, and they raised their voices
in a deafening chorus
a cousin flying overhead
called out to them
one answered, the others followed
and suddenly they were all gone,
just like that, and the lake's waters
closed in again
i went for a walk today
and it reinforced what i've always suspected
that life is a poem
life is a song.
