It is the evening of another day
I walk along the canal
Swans in a love call
Two ducks taking off
Leaving a multitude of whirlpools behind
And I battered and bruised
Bogged down by memos and deadlines
In an efficiency of the now
I walked to the sound of crow
Half hidden in ivy branches
As my foot snaps the dead twigs
Leaving an echo behind
I swim under the ice
And hope to come up breathing.
