I find it relaxing to read poems. Here is another one by local poet Philip Kuepper. Enjoy!
The rower had come to the river,
For the river had come to him,
In a dream. In his shell,
On the river, he was one
With the river, one with the motion
Of his rowing. Out,
In the center of the river, light
Lay a path the rower
Could row with, a current
Of light that took the rower to depths,
Without his leaving the surface.
He had rowed away, from shore,
Rowed away, from the world.
He rowed away, from his body,
Flesh and bone,
Until he reached the point
Where his being was.