The Serene

THE SERENE

sky grabbed me by the neck

lifted me from my canoe

and flung me into the night sky.

In my travel through space

I tried counting stars

but stopped at ten. I listened to the wind.

Hey – I am the wind whistling

through the trees and above this

valley where beaver dams

provide shelter

for other animals too.

Colours preen before my eyes as the sun

settles in the closeness of shadows.

Almost creepy – my skin filling with tingles   

as I settle back in my canoe. That was

a gasping good trip.

(c) 2018 Richard L. Provencher