Cloud shadows slink among verdant hills
As winged scorpions speckle the air.
The modest murmur of breeze and wave
Is punctuated by staccato calls
Of feathered sentries, alarumed
By movements both broad and subtle.
A sudden stillness hijacks all,
Water rent astride by bow and oar.
A lone traveller, immune to life,
Slices the water in a multihued dugout;
Eye set on the horizon, oblivious
To anguished muscles and sinews,
Passing through the natural world
And yet so much a part of it.
Eddies left behind are enveloped
Quickly by unseen currents;
And all that was before
Is as it was again; peaceful, silent.