Today was different.
I noticed the sun
illuminating lands and sea.
I heard every fish jump,
then flop to a smack,
luring the fishers to them.
I saw water droplets bouncing
after my paddle rose up.
They looked and sounded impossible.
I glanced at the treelines,
noticing their exclusive patterns.
Beauty lies in imperfection.
I felt the rippling waves rush beneath my paddleboard.
Flawlessly, they glinted with blurred reflections,
enhancing landscape and light.
Even the air was remarkable,
with a beautiful, timeless flow.
Push and pull, push, push, pull.
The moon became brighter.
An uncapturable light
with stars moving to fit its trance.
Hudson, WI
