12 April 2026
By Philip Kuepper
‘Mornings I rise
through layers of entombed
sleep. I surface.
I wake. I breathe.
I grab hold the oars
of consciousness. I rise
from oblivion to awareness.
The morning is mine to row.
The oars are light, solidified.
The oars guide.
The waters of the day are
what I make them:
stream,
lake,
river,
bay,
ocean.
Oars navigate my passage.
Oars address the water.
Oars and water converge, converse,
theirs a language that rows me
through this time I am.
Awake in the wake of time, I row.’
(25 March 2026)
Hear The Boat Sing 
This feels quietly powerful. The imagery of rowing through consciousness is simple yet deeply grounding—it turns an ordinary morning into something intentional and meaningful. There’s a calm strength in the idea that the day becomes what we shape it to be. A very gentle and reflective piece that stays with you.