A Spiritual Banquet
Our canoe allows a feast of pleasure
its sleek hull an arrow
piercing the stillness of a greater plan
as reflections shunted
from stately trees where cozy cottages
are a ring of jewels
this lake created from cups of freshwater
a sanctuary from grasping
life, woes and errs of human contact
left behind. We step up to Nature's
table and absorb these vegetables
tempting us
birth of a baby-blue sky,
shush of quiet ripples against
our fiber glass prow, the thrill of a
loon's lament. We hold firmly
to these moments-
dip of cherry wood paddle, our
J-strokes moving us forward
to future feasts.
© 1996 Richard L. Provencher
Comments
Richard L. Prov... | January 23, 2008 - 15:13
I recommend canoeing for anyone interested in seeking out those isolated inlets where a regular boat cannot traverse. And it is soundless, other than water dropping from your Duck paddle. Imagine no roaring engine to mute natural forest sounds. Try it. RLP