2 March 2025

By Philip Kuepper

An evanescent luminescence lay upon the water.
A cloud had erased what light laid there,
just as rowers began to row through it.
The cloud passed.
The luminescence returned,
and chased after the rowers
until it caught up with them.
Then the whole of the blue
river turned gold. Morning lay
splendid over the world.
The rowers breathed it in,
deeply, breathed it
to the depths of their lungs.
They were filled with the cream
of morning as they rowed
the poured gold river.
The clouds had evaporated.
The sky hung a fiery blue.
The rowers felt their shoulders broaden,
their bodies expand, to take in
the beauty being, the beauty being given.
The rowers let themselves loose
on the golden flow of the river.
And the light rowed with them.
The whole flow of the morning
rowed with the rowers.
Afterwards, the river
lay in ecstasy.

(20 February 2025)