too much life happening for blogging

Sorry for my absence lately...
it seems that life is just too full for blogging sometimes.
Hope you are all well.
As for me, I am spending as much time
on the water as possible.
Your friend,
Bruce the cat:)

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

Still I want to paddle
how long I've felt that way
through the fullness of time From alpha to omega
on a river run its course
Bingo through its eddies and spiral down its canyons
Rise up upon the waves to hear their lusty roar
down and over each glassy face
feeling the river stream through my hands
the pulse of earth, wind and fire together
and though only for an instant
absorb its pure aquarian energy
at that most glorious river moment
and endless summer day

more poetry by Peter Karwacki