Kayaks

Tipped upside down on the racks,
waiting, wondering, hoping,
remembering cool water
supporting them
as paddles guided them
out into the lake.

As the sun begins its descent
toward the horizon
hidden by the trees,
they sigh.
Another day has come and gone.
They slip back
into the memories of days
so long ago.

Suddenly,
they are awakened
as they are righted
and carried air born
toward the water,
brushing the rocky shore.

Dragged into the water,
Ahhh, to float gracefully
onto the glassy surface
they sigh contentedly
re-connecting
in harmony with an old friend
as if to say, "I've missed you."

The gentle ripples
kiss the hull
intimately reunited;
equal partners
in this quiet journey.
Both aware
of the fragile balance
of their places
in fulfilling
one another's purpose.

One could not float
without the steady support;
the other unable to support
without a float.

Symbiotically
they bring the other joy,
fully aware of  two
separate journeys
in communion
with each other.
New memories unfold.

Namaste,

L