Vargas-Bound

Silence over the water
Ripples,
Calms,
Dipping of paddles repeatedly
Dip, swish, dip, swish
A relaxed feeling of Knowing
that someday
you will have to
go back to civilization.
Does it matter to me?

No more than it dies to
The Kingfisher who dives
Returning with
a small silver fish resting in
his beak.
The Blue-gray water,
upset
by a gust of wind
settles
into calmness
Again.

by Anneka Olson