I. F. I was a duck

As everyone can tell, I love Idaho Falls. I know the “downtown” like the back of my hand. I have been on every trail around the green belt and look forward to all the new construction every year.

I have lived in the vicinities of Idaho Falls my entire life. My husband works in downtown Idaho Falls and  I go with him often, just to do what I want. I like to explore new stores, new things around the Green Belt and just enjoy the wildlife and especially the ducks.

I think of myself as a duck sometimes. When the troubles of the world try to overpower me and I feel like I am suffocating. I remember the first moment I felt my bald head. My tiny, shiny, bald head. I take the troubles that are in my head, wrap them up in a bald headed moment, because that is when I discovered bald headed moments, and make it into a drop of water. I throw it up in the air and let it hit the back of my neck, my chin, my back, it doesn’t matter. Because wherever it lands, it just rolls off and evaporates.

I walk around the river, I look at the wildlife and the falls. These walks help me put things back into perspective. The water reminds me of the current of life. It just keeps on going and you can stand on the side or in the middle, the water doesn’t care much!

Of course my duck is a yellow duck, yellow is such a happy color.

Go ahead, you try it, take your troubles that are in your head, it doesn’t matter if your head is bald or not, through them up in the air, let them land on you, it doesn’t matter where they land, it won’t hurt, because it will make a splash and then it will roll off and evaporate! Sometimes I do a little shake and watch the droplets of water. vanish into thin air.

I.F.  I was a duck

Every year there is a duck race in Idaho Falls.

It is held at the river by the Falls

I imagine that I am that winning duck

 

I look like the other ducks

I swim like the other ducks

But I have something no other duck has.

 

The river is swift.

Drops of water splash in my face

I let the water roll off my beak.

I continue forward

To cross the finish line

 

The water pulls me under.

No one can see me and they think I am a goner

But I am here

Deep under the water.

I can hold my breath as long any other duck

 

And when I come up out in the sunshine

The water just rolls off my back

Without a dent in my feathers

 

I glide along

I have a mission

The falls are splashing me

On my back

I let the water roll off

I know where I am going

 

I will shake off drops of water

I will shake off the river  

I repel all that is trying to stop me,
Because  I have a mission

To cross the line.

I have something that no one else has

The winning ticket
I kinda giggle as people don’t notice me

Because when they see what I have

I will be a big deal
But for now

I am just another duck

Going for the finish line

Under my feathers deep in their hiding place is the winning ticket.

 

So as I float on by,

Sometimes you see me and sometimes you don’t

I am there

Pushing forward

Pushing for the finish line

I have the winning ticket

And I will change lives