
the kayak wobbles as waves lick the shore
tentatively, I slip into the seat
dip the paddle, shove off and glide into open waters
happily realizing a defining piece of me is returning-
with each forward stroke it rises and beats within
replacing a vacancy with self-fullness again.
Today was a YEAH day! I was able to return to kayaking for the first time since the end of July. I knew I would have to paddle easily and slowly. That was okay with me because I was just happy to be able to do this again.
As I pushed off from shore, a feeling of delight beat in my heart. Immediately, I pulled up to a beautiful white water lily with a bright yellow center and just admired its beauty for a few moments. A little bit later, I just floated and watched two herons standing still as statues. The reflection on the ultra calm waters gave pause for acknowledgement as well.
Being on the water is one of my favorite ways to relax and experience nature. Not being able to do this for 7 weeks was something I truly missed. Today, I felt one of my defining personas thrive again! A vacant part of me was refilled and I feel closer to being the “real” me again.
Poetry form: Cherita It is 3 verses- 1st verse- 1 line, 2nd verse-2 lines, 3rd verse- 3 lines and it tells a story


4 responses to “Replacing Vacancy with Self-fullness”
We are in a similar boat. I have not been in a canoe for a long time, but I hope to be later this fall once my body fully heals. For now I look out for the white egret.
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Somehow, between your poetry and prose, you make me feel the uncertainty then the relief at being on the calm water again. You make me want to be there as well.
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I love the poem — the imagery and the form, which is new to me. Being on the water or even at the beach is lovely and calming, just as you have expressed here.
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This is lovely! The cherita form works beautifully here, and your photos bring a serenity that is contagious, along with your peaceful choice of words.
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