A Ride Down the Thousand Islands I
A kayak floats in lazy elegance
through the vastness of the Thousand Islands.
Water drips off its paddle as it rises in the air.
A breeze pushes the kayak through the maze.
No sign or sound of cars, buildings, or people.
The world as god meant it to be.
A stingray races by at amazing speed
the kayak turns the corner in a graceful manner.
Branches stretch over the water forming a canopy
low enough to stand and reach out
pluck a reluctant leaf from its home.
The crisp leaf crumbles as it is grasped.
A sweet smell replaces the smoky aroma of civilization.
Paddling on, past the floating island and its canopy.
A juvenile little blue heron yells for its mate
wading in the water three feet away.
The vast serene painting of a world absorbs
stress and with great speed throws it away.
The oar is placed across the bow
the kayak drifts on in silence.
A brown behemoth emerges from the depths.
The sea cow basks in the sun
close enough to reach rub across its slimy skin.
Consider touching it, but hold back.
Man already destroyed everything he touched.
It is not for us to cause more damage.
Copyright © Rob Carson | Year Posted 2008
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