8 September – Peaking too soon

If I were a goosander
living the river dream,
I would fly to beat the current
then land and drift downstream.
But I’d never be as happy
as in my younger days
when I’d snoozily drifted
safe above the babbling waves,
nestled on my mother’s back
gliding great distance effortlessly,
experiencing the high life
with no work required from me.
I think after that beginning
even flying might seem a chore,
while doing my own swimming
would be a total bore!