Tail winds chase my board
I plunge the paddle into glacial depths
Dark cold moving
Every few strokes I remember to look up
To see the peaks
Standing shoulder to shoulder
Pondering the valley with a lake
Studying the slivers of color
Drifting like leaves on the surface
For a minute we study each other
The mountains and I
Until a wobble calls
My attention is back on the water
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Queries to My Seventieth Year”)
Life Immense 