My Ducks

Have you seen my ducks?
I had them all in a row.
There were about 5 in total.
They liked to shuffle about a little bit each day, but I closely observed them, and would always rearrange them neatly back in line.
But recently a strong wind blew, and now my ducks are flying about all over the place.
They are not in a row at all.
They are not even close together.
Now what shall I do?
In my distress I could furiously flap and fetter, trying to rearrange my ducks once more.
But they are somewhat out of reach.
What if I just sit here a while, and feel the soft breeze on my cheek.
Or the pitter patter of rain on the window.
What if I contacted that long lost friend, or embraced the family member who seems so familiar, but who is a treasure in my life.
What if I picked up a crayon and like a child started to colour again?
What if I put pen to paper, or finger to keyboard, and wrote to someone to show them their worth in my life?
What if I exercised, or got creative in my kitchen?
Or read a book, or took a nap.
Or enjoyed the endless and wild hum of a house occupied by young children.
What if I sat back and enjoyed my life?
Even though my most dearest ducks are still somewhat elusive.