Making Way

Only one duckling or 12

The precious waddling right here

Stops my car, I wait in awe

Ducks making their Way

Organically pursuant

of Life finding a Way

I reflect on my Way—

How I am making of today?

Toward living, saying Yes!

To my preciousness

Pursuant, despite my vulnerabilities

Organically drawing myself

Open to the finding

Trusting in the knowing of Life

Oh how I imagine my deceased mother &

father invisibly waddling around with me—

The mystically instinctive nudges

I receive to turn right, no! turn left

As I make my Way…

with love, in awe