Reflections (Earth Day, 4/22/2021)

The poppies march and paint the breeze        

With golden trumpet bells, pointing to the sky.
They present their fanfare as geese fly low
Overhead, overheard; Only me to please. 

A duck sitting on a log, asleep,
Cares not that I invade his space.
I capture the log’s and duck’s reflection
In the side stream from pond to river deep.

The lupin and poppies, and geese for that matter,
Don’t give the duck or log a thought.
As usual, it is I, the human, who disturbs
With my intruding pitter-patter.

Is there but one variable in nature today?
Will balance return only when we go away?