On Water's Lips Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rocks lying on their backs under water, looking up into the
sky, ducks sleeping lazily, floating like toy sailboats on
the water.

Feathers sitting lightly on the water's lips, moving in
whatever direction the breeze will blow it in.

Looking out onto the lake, white feathers look like snowflakes
lost in another time or space.

Gently swimming below the water's surface, fish slide by,
noticing everything, but taking it in stride.

Ripples slowly circling outward as ducks awaken from their
naps intent on feeling.

Birds climbing on a little palm tree, looking for food and
some shade from the hot noon sun.

Out upon a tiny little island they find both and delight in
their good luck.