My Life In Word

ROWBOAT

I am there
In that rowboat,
Only visible to the flock jetting by.
I am engrossed 
In the solitude of this day:
The peace,
The quiet,
The salty summer breeze,
The rhythmic ripples lapping.
The only sounds I hear
Are nature-made.
Occasionally, a cloud strolls by
But otherwise, clear skies.
I wonder at the shape of them,
Clouds...
Where they've been,
Where they will go.
Alone, but not lonely,
Surrounded by the heavens and the sea
And everything in between.

Simona A. Brinson

Photo by Esteban Amaro on Unsplash

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