The Pond

In the sweet intimacy of the pond
I call to the ducks
and we are all free—
a solid movement toward light,
for who could resist?
Out in the stillness,
where the water glimmers
with silver,
where reeds sway
in the wind’s gentle breath,
so I too would linger
down among the cool waters—
for who could help but love
what doles so graciously
to the journey through life?

• Mary Oliver