I hear the unceasing hum
of the traffic in the distance;
Everyone is rushing to get somewhere
and not spending much time
In the winter, I saw ducks
swimming on an icy stream,
dipping their heads down into the water
to eat, like they always do.
I imagine the people turning off their cars
and placidly floating along like ducks
on the currents of life,
not controlled by those currents
and not resisting them either.
This is an selection from my book of poetry philosophy, "Like the Sun". You can get a copy here