Get out in the canoe

A light metal canoe
a river below the dam
walk it to water
paddle your arms
feel the current
against you
listen to the light
silence
a bell like riffle
against the stern
lapping of water
light illuminates the deep
counting eight whiskers
channel cat barbels on
Ictalarus pinctatus

in the waning of the light
the dark mirror
barely reflects

no thoughts
no life
but night
and Friday evening
fishfry

Time for the Colorado river

No power
packing water coffee bait
long drive
Pierce Ferry roiling rapids
no camping no fishing
no parking no fires
no rangers
sleeping without a moon
under the stars
in sandstorm wind











It's all about leaving
running out of time
not knowing
was it dream time or
think time yet
fear of frailty
longing for water
and
the fluidity of joy
the adventure
the call of the
wild one
the one I was
I am