Duck Poems

By | 1 May 2020

2. Original Sin

Ducks have, in water, all they really
Need, food and drink and exercise
And a tight refuge. Strange to think
They only cannot lay their eggs there
But must land.
Why would any sane creature
Forsake all amniotic contentment
For these dry and barren bits of earth?
Why did our mothers’ mothers climb
Out of the ocean?
Perhaps there is
In all of us, some primeval notion
That suffering is preferable to bliss.

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