© Geoff Brookes
Ambling bobs with short right steps,
Courtney’s weight rests on her left,
Lagging, like a spirit’s quest,
Her sister, brother, more adept.
Her father traces close beside.
Eyes follow source of restful sound,
Where waters over boulders slide.
Upstream, boats rest over ground.
The kayaks’ colours fade in glare,
Casting light, absorbing heat,
Their aura beckons like a dare,
Challenging to hero’s feat.
Omega dog to water leaps,
Splashing in the shallow shade.
Alpha fiddles with the keys.
In border sand, the vessels laid.
Courtney smiles at sister’s chants –
Cheerful rhymes of never-land.
Forgetful of her fearful chance,
Strides gunwhale, with her father’s hand.
He slips the kayak, floating now,
And angles hips along the stern.
Mother smiles and shoves the prow.
Drifting back, he pauses, turns,
And waits, while swimmers navigate
This place where lake and creek repose.
Mom launches next while “Hils” creates
A commentary Courtney knows.
To peals of laughter, Sean partakes
With paddling pet pulled into boat.
He hugs, retreats, as canine shakes.
He pulls the oar – already soaked.
The trio work to gather pace
Against the flow. Courtney yells
“We’re beating you!”, her gleeful face
A conqueror’s, with joy unveiled.
They set a course for central isle,
With landing rock for boats and crew.
The loons appear, all still awhile –
Silently, their souls renew.
Chastened, scouting isle from lee,
Searching for the landing stone,
Guiding from their memories –
Patterned legends they have known.
Securing kayak as he can,
Dad rests it close beside the rock.
Courtney struggles there to stand .
The other boats approach to dock.
Soon all begin again on foot,
Their journey now a shorter trek.
They pick their way through fallen wood.
Sean finds himself a walking stick.
Their destination manifests
In desolated cabin frame.
Opening the broken chests,
They search for clues, or just a name.
And in the bedroom, mirror found,
Old and speckled like a tree.
Courtney gazes, turns around,
Glimpses her eternity.
As they travel back to shore,
Yawns and speeches floating free,
Courtney’s mirror is no more.
Her aura now is plain to see.
© Geoff Brookes
Welcome walk down ancient steps
Crossing craggy cliffs,
Visit paths so lightly tread,
Descendants of the hills.
Stones underfoot, and formed to walls,
Spaces small, but still permit
The greenery to flow.
Unbroken for the ages past,
But suddenly a fall –
The path truncated, walls collapsed,
Narrow steps withal.
Proceeding by the rubble round,
Resuming settled ways,
Chaos charging wonderment –
The order that remains.