One of the things about being in a kayak is that you are at one with the elements. You can slice through the waves with power and quietly approach wildlife. The dichotomy is striking. I liken it to that feeling I used to get when I would be running. Start off gently, pick up the pace and then power through it as long as you can and then sit back, relax and move toward your goals. With kayaking you have to be fully aware of your surroundings. It is so peaceful at times and so thrilling when you can move and feel the wind slicing through the air or find the right balance to survive waves crashing over your kayak.

On a recent kayaking trip, 2023,  the following worked its way into my sight and eventually the poem.

Cool Waters Flow

Cool waters flow

As loons glide idly by

Bristling and diving

As bullfrogs bellow 

Searching for a mate

As largemouth bass

Suck flies from the surface

As a heron floats

On cushioned air

All within 5 minutes

Cool waters flow 

On a summer’s day

Cutting humidity

Easing overheating

As swimmers relax

In the shadows of large trees

Practicing their strokes

That gently ripple the surface

Before being carried downstream

On a bustling current