7 November 2021

By Philip Kuepper

Have you noticed,
when you row,
the water will not stay put
where your blades have swept it.
It flows directly back where it was
into the path you are rowing.

How like a path.
You have been blading for miles,
leaving behind untold distances,
yet, still, ahead untold distances.
At some point were the path to
turn to emeralds…

Ah!
To row emeralds!
Ah!
To tell
of so enmarvelled a path.

(18 October 2021)