The sky is deep turquoise
the river a cerulean mirror;
between, the islands present
a tapestry of rich reds and
golds, greens and ochres.
The silence as I cut the motor
is palpable; the warmth tangible.
I paddle the last moments to shore,
propellor up, stirring liquid
throated notes out of the river.
My arrival is sacramental
I feel a reverence in the silence:
around me glows excitement
in the leaves and the soft ripples;
Yet the stillness will fill my dreams.
