Poem: Feeding the Ducks at Bohinj

All day long, rain:
Falling from the low cloud,
Falling foul of my low mood,
Falling.

Visibility down to ten percent:
Light aircraft grounded for today
And far away
Somewhere in a far-off land
I’d left behind
Sunshine.

Rain like my tears
Which I refused to let fall:
Let the sky fall tears for me,
Fall like an edgeless sword
Courting despair.

Where had the sun gone?
When would he be back again?
Friends told me happily
Perhaps even a little smugly that
He shone on England.

All day long, rain
All day with no change
What to do
With two un-tired and restless
Children?

Shall we feed the ducks?
I said,
‘Oh yes, oh yes, let’s go!’ they cried:
Let’s go to Bohinj.

On the drive
Clouds swirled
Much better than low mizzle
Sweeping, swirling low across
The theatre of the sky:
Promising drama.

At the shore
The campsite full of life
Like adolescent memories of
Happy hikers huddled
Underneath the wooden canopy
All drinking, laughing, living,
Being merry.

At the water’s edge
The children threw out bread
To lure the far-away ducks
And we watched as they approached
All unperturbed
By thunder.

Heavy raindrops
Fresh-fallen tears now
From the heavy sky
Are dropping pebble-like
Into the lake

Joy:
Joy on the faces of the children
Joy at childhood memories of
Innocence revived
Joy in campsite conviviality
Joy in the sunburst which would follow
Washing the leaves a fresh, redolent
Green.

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