Three commanding pelicans full of grace,

hail on Mary,

rule the water at dawn,

waves crashing in,

calming and ever so peaceful,

off in the big tower,

when the rulers of the hamlet spit fire,

squabbling,

petrohogs,

smogmobiles,

gasguzzlers,

spring birdsong

smells of renewal

I see the souls of people

through their eyes,

ahhhh

to love more,

to fear less,

the pelicans lead now

koot ducks a close second,

kids’ laughter

speaks volumes,

wake up

or

sleep

through,

either way

the grounded

waterfowl

afloat and

fishing

living for now

model the way.

Are we awake,

listening,

paying attention?