Waddling DucksSister Rose Boyle OP
It was a dusky Friday evening.
I was alone on my way home
in one of the many prison walkways.
For some reason, I looked behind me.
Through the wrought-iron gates,
I saw a wonderful spectacle!
It was Mr And Mrs Duck
waddling along the same walkways
that hundreds of prisoners tread each day.
It was a revelation!
It was two ducks telling the story
of wobbling humanity’s mistakes,
muddles, misadventures, mistrodden paths.
It was two ducks wandering down
humanity’s erring ways.
It was two ducks merrily marching towards
the next green patch!
It was a picture of togetherness,
of delight in being,
of a hoped for freedom.
It was two ducks happily waddling together in a prison walkway.