The Caregiver

The water freezes solid.

The fish proceed to swim beneath the ice.

I hold a loaf of bread.

Some clouds conceal the sun,

And ducks waddle across the snowy shore,

Searching for warmth and food.

This lake provides me comfort,

And sounds from winds help make me feel alive:

I dig into the bag.

A couple measly dollars:

That’s the price I pay to feed the ducks,

And know I helped some souls.

Now I search for boulders,

Or any way in which to break some ice,

So I can feed the fish.