Kayak Leads the Way
Planned trips can be stifling and boring
As a spontaneous Gemini, I took a happy risk
I latched my kayak onto my jeep and drove west
Spoke to people along the way
One forest ranger suggested an isolated spot
It’s busy in the summers, but not at this time of year
The day’s skies celebrated with me as I disembarked.
Giant overseers in the way of mountains cheered me on.
There were no trills, peeps or whistles.
If there were birds, they were silent.
A splash in the water turned my head.
A circle of possibility was to my right
The water was cold, so I was glad I was wearing waders.
I pushed my orange kayak into the lake, loving the silence.
Sun spoke to clouds, and they floated off to another lake.
It was the perfect day to be alone with God.
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