On Water's Lips

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.