A Canoe Ride

In the silence of daylight a paddle gracefully arches out and down, reflecting sunlight across its wet surface with little droplets falling below. Arms tightening and pulling back... with eyes wide and biting lips energy moves from toe to hand.... body lurching ever so slowly forward, legs taught and tight. The lake is calm... bottom can be seen where sunken solitudes remain ... as the wind gently dances across exposed cheeks and soft neck.

A loon glides through ripples just beyond.... head bent and wondering as we share silence and space... through pristine waters in the reflection of snow capped mountains. Arm circling inward as hair falls, the quiet sound of the paddle emerges from the depths back into the light.... exhaling a breathe and twisting a wrist... its wooden grain visible as it moves ahead horizontally... knees once again bending into warm breast... it once again travels downward, following a continuing rythym... like a heartbeat.... coinciding with a smile.

The canoe rises up and down, left and right... onward towards a treelined horizon further ahead.... awaiting to be touched, to be smelled and said hello to. Placing the paddle across the canoe... no further motion, only drifting in the water.... all is silent... all is quiet... we are alone.... the loon and I.... laying back, sun in eyes.....looking upward, floating to nowhere....watching clouds.... thinking nothing.... being nowhere.... except between the water and the sky.......