Waves on a calm, gray day
luring us to steer our vessels toward them,
to ride their gliding, lapping, constant pull
closer and closer,
closer to the rocks.
Cold, clear, inviting water
carries me, floating,
to the gaping, scraping, jagged, rocky shore.
The contrast of fluid swirling and pooling
against the forever firmness of stone
speaks of life and eternity
and our journey ongoing.
Go out into the vast unknown
where there is risk.
When land appears,
there is also risk.
Ride in, find footing,
and embrace the cold plunge.
Feel the rough shore, pull aground,
July 2013, Written in a sea kayak on the coast of Maine.