He Sits By the Creek

He sits by the creek
watching the clear,
shallow water move
resolutely down to
the lake.

He thinks about the
chaos in the country,
in the world and, to
be perfectly honest,
in his life right now
with people acting
out.

As the water moves
down, the ducks
move up against
the current looking
for food.

You have to do
what you have
to do to get
through.

The ducks head
back downstream —
going with the flow —
hopefully enjoying
the float.

He sits in the shade
under a canopy enjoy-
ing the solitude of
watching the flow.

A zephyr wind blows
by scattering the
gnats and mosquitoes.

He breathes deeply of
the fresh, dry, late
summer air.

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