This past Saturday my friend, fellow poet and co-organizer of Living Poetry, Tara Lynne Groth, hosted a Pen & Paddle on the Haw River in Alamance County, North Carolina. There were four writers who put kayak in water and paddled with the gentle current for a couple of hours, stopping only to eat lunch and do a little work.

Here’s what I produced, the proof being the first draft in the image to the right. This is the second draft. I’ll likely submit it to my monthly workshop. Thanks for organizing the adventure which produced this poem, TL!

 
Uproot me from this cluttered soil
divorce me from the earth.
I want to float and fly.
I want to glide and be gone.

I tire of the noise
from the road,
the twisted ankles
and broken knees
from clumsy gait,
eyes bouncing
unfocused to track
the horizon

Walking is bumpy
dislocating travel.
Let me cruise
downstream smooth.