I slice the paddle
through the water
and repeat the pattern
without a path
in mind.
I kayak.
Alone in the kayak,
Fingers wrapped around the paddle,
My mind
relaxed. A trail of water
rings marks my path.
An enchanting pattern.
Neck turned to watch the pattern,
I kayak
along the river path.
Paddle
hung with water
droplets, but they don’t mind...
And I don’t mind
That they break the pattern
of the water,
sliding off the kayak
and the rubber paddle,
Disrupting the glossy path.
The ring-marked path
I follow as my mind
wanders and the paddle
assumes a pattern.
Right. Forward. Back. Left…. Kayak
gliding across the water.
Now the water
is dotted with a path
of lilies. Petals brush against the kayak
and alert my mind.
Arranged in a spiral pattern.
One sticks to the paddle.
The trickling of water soothes my
mind.
No end to the path in sight. My arms have found their
pattern.
I am free as I kayak, guided by the
paddle.