Kayaking on the Obediah River

 

 

Feeling nothing behind as you dip paddle into river

Up to cows on the bank looking at you for answers

You silently let them down, paddling onward

Passed wooden shipwrecks

And Irish skeletons

Feeling the wake from gliding water-skiers

It hits you a few minutes later

Like the morning after a fight

The first day of winter

Maybe we are all like this

Not feeling consequences until years later

A commercial on TV in an empty hotel room

An extra blanket

On a train

The empty car echoing back

The voices of those

 We’ve left behind

 

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