#12
Boat rowers
must sit wrong.
They glance backwards
to see what’s arriving
but most of the time
they look straight ahead
after it all grows smaller.
Attentive to the intersection of nature with human-built things;
how nature will have its way.
The captivating presence of the process.
– poem and photo by mary macgowan. an earlier version of the poem was published in Review Americana 2011.
Songs for the Pure of Heart 
Nice… thats why I like to paddle a canoe.
Thanks for sharing.
ha! good point.
thanks for stopping by plucky umbrella, mary
Reblogged this on tigereats and commented:
Just a little example of how rowing captures the imagination. When the water’s flat and the sun is out, we feel a bit poetic too 🙂