Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat,
All day long they eat
Heads down in the mud
Their graceful necks curved down
Interrupted only by intruders
Crowding into their space.
At those times, heads held high
They listen and look and ready themselves to flee
But evening comes and one by one at first
And then in groups
They spread their wings and lift
Their magnificent, snow white bodies aloft
To seek the safety of water.
I love to watch, below me on the flats,
These birds so regal, so dazzlingly white
Take advantage of the abundance of this place
In preparation for their journey
Thousands of miles long.
They know the time is right for gorging
They follow winds and inner calls to do
Exactly things that nature has instilled
Within their hearts.
What is it that attracts me to these birds?
Watching for hours for a glimpse of that first flight?
I watch all day and am rewarded when they fly away
And then I mourn their departure,
I know they do what they perceive is right, at the proper time.
The lessons that they teach are given so unselfishly
They teach me just by doing exactly
What they were born to do.
Time keeps moving on.
I fill my life with doing.
When will I just be?