Cradled between Cerulean and Ultramarine

Alone. Big water in a small boat.

Together. My arm muscles and knees pressing

against padded lip of a boat called Perception.

Perception and I went for a paddle

twix the gray sky and the silver water.

Nestled between two densities yet

liquid and gas mixing in my body.

My body in the boat called Perception.

We skirted over and between flowers floating,

conjoined mating dragonflies flitted alongside,

geese dove for fish - their bottoms soft and downy.

I perceived these gifts and I remembered

I remembered rowing.

Early mornings in the boathouse, water smooth,

muscles tired, heart aflame with joy

recharged from being

held

nurtured

loved

cradled between cerulean and ultramarine.

** Thank you Alison Shaw for your beautiful photographs.