Somewhat like a duckling
Paddling down the river
With a breeze across the water
And the sucking of the waves against the stones.
Somewhat like the ocean, in the morning
Before the swimmers loot it
Of its pride
When sand and salt twirl in the air
And grit between the teeth and linger there.
Somewhat like a mountain
Traversed by hidden streams
Like the dampness in the forest
When you feel the waterfall before you see it through the pines.
Somewhat like a wish, perhaps more as a promise,
Born as but a dream within a prayer.
Walking as an answer
Dying as a whisper
As a sigh….