Ducks migrate all together
Outside my window.
Remind me of a direction you can only feel
And an arrival you approach
But might never see.
Eating all together, sleeping all together,
And traveling as a single with others
Towards that destination
Behind the clouds
that you see for the first time.
A common species is the woman
In the lab
Yet it is endangered in its migration to
The office and to the empowerment.
Migration routes are undetectable
And few footprints are left on the plastic floor
For the young ones to follow.
Breadcrumbs and seeds
In a line on the floor
Are not enough.