Oars
oars in my hands like an extension of my arms
i push water past the rowboat
propelling us on the shining waters of lake sheldrake
it is late summer, warm but with the slightest hint of fall in the air, sunshine...blue sky, you know the kind of day
Birdie, Jay, Sam and I row us all with great strength across lake sheldrake
enjoying the use of my arm muscles
if i could row us all to safety
i would row Birdie free of cancer
i would row some joy into Jay
and row Sam's hair back into his head
but alas the shore recedes like Sam's hairline