Do you ever think yourself an
odd duck
it’s a funny kind of term, isn’t it
odd as in don’t quite fit in or stands out
of not so full of same-ness
and funny because of course none of us are entirely the
same
although often, we do try
in fashions and styles, in trends
to keep up, to emulate, to
replicate
to somehow liken ourselves to
others
instead of viewing ourselves as
singular beauty
today, in the midst of a deep freeze, it is far too cold
for much of a wander
so I am viewing things from my windows
I have been watching and photographing an icicle
that hangs just outside, sort of
above
my kitchen sink
where I stand to wash the dishes and to
think over things that
pique
it glistens when the sun shines
and at night in shadows
somehow it still reflects the light
and in it I find
singular beauty
each day it changes a little
long and slender with undulating curves
sometimes wider, sometimes
narrow
never will it be the same as the one beside it
and really, from what I can see from here
never..
will it care
singular in beauty
it flows with the breath of life
always reflecting
light
do ever think yourself a bit
of an odd duck
for some reason this little phrase
seems to be hanging like icicles in my head today
waiting for the light
to
catch
I wonder how far along we would be
if instead of looking out
at the cold
with a constant need to improve, to be like
to be
same
we began by viewing ourselves with softer eyes
and each day, we found a way to let our own
singular beauty
shine ♥