5 November 2023

By Philip Kuepper

Their shell slapped the waves
as they raced in the racing
current, the oneness of their strokes
each time coming smooth, silken.
Theirs was a row
they did not want to end.
They were in concert,
each with himself,
each with the other.
They were in concert
with water, with air.
They were one with the Universe.

(29 October 2023)