A canoe on a river
We’re the ballast
Easy motion
Paddles slice water
Pewter translucence
Rocks soft yellow green
Weeds tendril stream
We proceed with rhythm:by
Swans indifferently serene
Kingfisher’s electric flash
Reflective purling stretches
Momentarily hastens progress
Towards Symonds Yat
And with regret we leave
A river’s, sinous steady grace.