I Sit in the Canoe, Alone

I sit in the canoe, alone.

It gently rocks from

Side to side,

Nudged by the rivers flow.

The forest is quiet,

The heat intense.

On the opposite bank,

A large osprey and,

Elegant heron perch together

Searching the glittering water.

Above, a three toed sloth,

Grey, almost invisible,

Clings to a branch,

Lazily dozing.

Suddenly,

A pair of scarlet and blue macaws.

Splash neon colours,

Across the hazy sky.

I sit in my wooden canoe and watch,

For a while I find a place,

Become part of the forest’s essence.

For a while I fit, for a while.

By Seerat