Faith

In the dusky evening
  a duck crossed the highway,
waddling purposefully forward
  with her downy ducklings
     crowded behind.
She passed in front
  of my idling car
    and reached the middle
      of the road
as a cluster of cars
  approached
    from the other direction.
I held my breath
  and watched
    a BMW acclerate
       closer.
At the last moment
  it slid to an abrupt
    stop.
The duck marched on
  oblivious
    to the traffic pile up
or the cars
  waiting, watching,
     keeping her safe.