Balm of Calm
Calmness has spread
through the surfaces
of the waves –
no waves
no pelleting
Just all is still.
Even the boat is still
and calm
as if holding it’s breath.
Right after writing this poem,
An interruption to the calmness –
Boat shakes like a dog
coming in from the rain.
A good shake
then settles down.
We are at a new island
to explore.
Now the boat seems to
be tip toeing along.
Providing new scenery
new mysteries
What is this?
What is that?
Wish my good travel companion
was here.
Can’t wait to read him
my new poem.
Still no people on shore
even if I squint my eyes.
Wind is holding its breath
Buildings like doll houses
or a child’s painting.
So simple and stable
Boats over there
are still sleeping.