Poem: My Vacation

Lying in the bottom of my vessel
Waves lapping softly at the hull
I feel the salty breeze against my face
Everything is in order and in its place
Sitting quietly on this riverbed
The trickle of the stream lulling me to sleep
I sit, toes in the sand, eyes to the hills
I am free to do what I will
Leaning against an ancient tree
The songs of the Amazon singing lullabies
The mist gently lifts me off my feet
The kiss of the rainforest is so sweet
A walk along the frozen harbor
My soul begins to set sail
Tranquility alive within the sheet still frozen
As my thoughts clear
My mind wanders
And a smile spreads
Because I am home again.