Natural pulses straddle
my excitement, as a cherry
wood paddle
pursues the current
canoe accepting
motivation,
wind pouting its resistance.
I am a silhouette
lurking by water's edge
or a loon’s accolade
where begins a morning song
perhaps simply a feast
of early sun, yoke
alive in life’s surging
a blend, a parallel
from the land to heights
unknown.
© Richard L. Provencher
Published May 2010
Issue V111, Volume 11
Connotation Press
