The Connection Poem by Paul Day

I took a motorboat across a lake,
And got from end to end real fast.
The wind whipped across my face.
I occasionally got splashed.
I had a bit of fun
And decided I would do it again.

But the second time I took a Kayak,
And paddled across alone.
My muscles tensed with the strenuous task,
But the little canoe carried me with a steady flow.
The brisk wind tasted frosty.
The lake water sprayed my exposed body.

A bird above flew steadily alone in his sky
And I connected to him.
As my paddles dipped into the powerful current
I connected to them.

When I rowed into land again
I knew,
That I had only visited this lake before.
But now I had lived in it, and become a part of her magic.
And that bird had finally flown.