The sun shines upon the water,
As it ripples from current and tide,
Grey clouds beginning to cover the blue up above,
But still the sun is shining through.
I watch as three ducks glide gently past,
And secretly wish I could join them,
To gently swim upon cool waters,
Even through the dirt and debris.
Instead I sit here,
On a wooden bench with people passing by,
Free, but not quite.
