The Pond Revisited

I visited the pond where I often go As I sit at the edge there appears four ducks in a row The first one looks like the navigator leading the way The last duck is like me and takes another course today. The last duck swims closer and begins to quack It has no intentions of turning back It seems content with the path it chose He quacks again to let the other three know. I pick up a rock a skip it across the pond I watch all the ripples they don’t go beyond They stay in the confines of the banks I feel like the duck that has just broken ranks. I start to see my life much like the pond The ripples are like change they don’t go beyond Somehow they find the outlet and then they are free The change moves outward like the ripples inside me. The sun start to set and it’s time to go There’s so much in life I really don’t know But the world around me continues to put on a show I feel the change inside me flourish and ripples grow.