A Journey
A journey taken
Paddle wielder, not so graceful a feather,
there is a delicate balance
one must observe in a canoe
having to switch sides and currents
trying to control, nearly
an impossible goal, she stows the tool
letting her finger tips skim the river
as it takes her and every fantasy
she has ever imagined.
Yes there are shrieks and frights
as the boat spins
too close to what she can't comprehend
and she closes her eyes
ending on a calm shoreline
pulling the vessel close,
kneeling down, she knew
she wasn't alone in that canoe.
Copyright © Dallas Connery | Year Posted 2013
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