Come to the waters edge.
Stand still on the plank of the pier.
Cast your eyes over the horizon.
Weeping willow at your back holds the waterflow of pent up tears.
Sorrow, anger, disappointment, a longing for justice.
She hears your wondering and questions.
Allow us to hold you.
Air, water, clouds, sky.
Mallard swims by carrying your tears and supplications
within the pillowy soft folds of his downy wings.
Listen. Feel sunlight upon your skin.
Air breath upon your upturned face.
Close your eyes.