Poem: River Ducks

The striving to hold our place, as if we were a marker in a book.
River Ducks River-ducks, they sleep with     webbed-feet paddling     against the current Heads folded beneath a wing,     it holds them motionless And I sleep and hope     to hold myself in place     against tomorrow When all’s said, all done,     all totaled against the odds I’m just another river-duck	This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.