In the pond ducks are splashing
splattering droplets suspended in air
sparkling briefly in sunlight before falling back.
A summer breeze moves over me.
In the sky above
a chicken hawk dips its wings
surfing turquoise waves,
below in another turquoise
a bull frog bellows.
Sirens in the distance approach,
growing louder before fading into another distance.
Highway noises cease,
replaced with eerie silence.
Between the turquoise boundaries
everything but the traffic continues.
I wonder…who died on the highway today
under the pale blue sky
while the bull frog bellowed,
the ducks splashed,
the summer breeze blew
and the chicken hawk surfed on turquoise waves.
I put the poem into a video
A poem and photography by David H. Roche