I was passing by the pond along Independence Drive between 17th Street and Shipyard Boulevard. Traffic was light and I was able to notice a single duck on the water. When I stopped at the next light I wrote this western-ized haiku. It’s called Sunday Morning.
Clear, smooth lake.
One duck.
Ripples.
I can still see this in my mind. It was a beautiful moment. Frozen in time. And not just the visual but the feeling of it, too.
Grateful for small things, tender moments and serenity.
Paula
