Duck On the Smolenka

DUCK ON THE SMOLENKA Middle of river just relaxing Riding the waves From the western breeze And the waves large and small Passed under him Buoyant and sublimely afloat Slipped by him leaving no wetness Passed through him Without affecting his swim at all As if the water was not present As if he was part of it The water and bird simply resonated - The sound from a violin Emerging as the vibration of the strings Manifesting itself in air filled with Mechanical movement Materializing as the unseen twin Of the unheard stretched strings - And he rode trough and crest Without effort or purpose Pure poetry of motion In waves of delightful music