Thanks to Jesea at the white squirrel
Bruce is catching some Zzzz's on Kevin's chair
Munch is taking her break on the fork lift.
River Moments
by Peter Karwacki
Oh I have paddled In the stillness of morning
When the only sounds that mattered were ones I alone had made
Those of water dripping lightly on the mirrored flow beneath me
or the distant rush of rapids rising slowly up to greet me
One auspicious break of day
In the clean air of that dawning saw the tree lined shores reflecting
with each gentle paddle prodding and my kayak bow there nodding
calmly on its metronomic way
Followed changing multi-coloured paths that beckoned
while inviting me to the edge of restless water where I had come to play
one misty morning moment on a river far away
And I have paddled In the full great glare of daylight
With crashing waves splashing and dancing too loud to think or speak
Once my fateful choice was made
submerged with the turbulent flow with no hope of calm
beyond its frantic frothing chaos which vyed to overcome me
Upside wrong while struggling to the air
faced another drop hammered and pegged by unfriendly rocks
then summarily spat out at the bottom of that troubled sea of white
contemptuously ejected from the mele
some worse for wear and tear
not welcomed to return no matter what day
one nasty God forsaken moment on a rapid best left far away
I have no words for this humiliation...
