Inflow

On a slow-moving,
lake-surface, freely,
aboard on an octagonal, 
wooden boat.

Floating,
directionless, 
with the lake’s motion.
Purposeless, aimless, motionless,
somnolence, covering eyes, 
squinting, with the beaming sun.

Closing one eye, closing both, 
opening one, opening two. 
Lying on new wood, 
drifting, with the light current,
rising, falling, synchronising.

Neither awake, nor dreaming,
but somewhere in limb,
Grateful, 
to be part,
of something greater,
than the human body.


Photo by Igor Rodrigues on Unsplash

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Rapids

Rapids

By Sharon Kennedy-Nolle

Rapids

Rapids

By Sharon Kennedy-Nolle