River Distancing
My kayak glides on the surface, the paddle
caressing the water in a smooth, easy rhythm,
while the sun glints off each ripple leaving the bow.
An oriole crosses the stream, is soon gone in the brush.
Woodpeckers and cardinals call out as crows
take flight. Turkey vultures circle lazily overhead.
Sunbathing turtles ignore my presence,
until my waves reach them, their plop into the water
one small part of the harmony surrounding me.
Closer to nature is my kind of social distancing.
Here’s my poem for the day, once more off prompt on Day 8
of National/Global Poetry Writing Month.
Shared at napowrimo.net.
rivrvlogr 
Beautiful and poignant! I love the audio. Good pace, like a smooth ride.
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Thank you, Barb. I’m glad that came across.
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Mine too! Lovely.
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Thanks!
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Welcome!
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Listening to you read the words and imagining what you’re saying is relaxing.
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I thought of most of the lines while paddling, so recorded them on my phone, almost in a whisper. I decided to keep that soft feel when I recorded it at home.
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A poet does what a poet must. It worked well.
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🙂
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Terrific … enjoyed visualizing all the birds (and turtles). Great recording – nice addition!
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🙂 Thanks, Jazz.
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I felt like I was right there with you–I enjoyed the audio and the photo.
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Thanks, Merril. You would have enjoyed the birds calls that day.
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I’m sure I would have!
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Yes we could all use that kind…but you have gifted us with a taste of it. (K)
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Thanks for coming along! 😉
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I feel the same way. This is a calming thought.
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Thank you, Claudia.
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