I tell the person next to me
to leave the past behind
it is what I need
to hear, as i pass by
a feeling, not a good one
It is a rare thing
to be so present
quiet, calm,
as still as a lake \ lily pads
I try to pick a flower,
while I kayak
and successfully pluck
one that has yet to blossom
I tie it to the side of the kayak
a new moment,
reaching, wanting,
reaching,
wanting
