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
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