Kayak gliding along in the cool and calm Silence setting an edge on the chill
Paddle dip dip dipping Bow cuts forward slicing the still surface Cold and clear
Ripples foaming forth Dissipating in the distance Becoming smooth To crystallize into ice
Flakes flurry on the shore A sign of prey
Docking, setting feet on shore Harpoon poised, Hurling, striking, spurting Warm life melting snow Crimson stain in the glinting glare
Lash the prize across the thwarts Unbalancing the bow Heading homeward To sustenance and sleep
Tomorrow fish may be the prize I'll see myself in glassy eyes Their destiny my indifferent duty |