8 January 2020
By Philip Kuepper
Glides a rower past
embodied stillness;
an egret “thinking” to feed.
The rower found herself
amidst a sudden display
of jewels: Mallards.
Jeweling the blue river,
sunlight glanced
off a wood duck’s head; rowers awed!
The water shaped itself
into Buddha’s smile.
Peace passed through the rowers.
Drops of water ran off their blades
like prayer beads being said;
whispered hope.
Like One Hand clapping
a leaf dropped from an oak
into a shell: To row.