Sliding through salty waters,
Spray hitting my face
Each time I dip the paddle
Into the murky creek.
it’s so serene,
No people,
No yelling,
No sirens,
Just me and the geese,
And the wind.
Even though I’m thinking
About my next move,
You’re still there,
Lying, beautiful,
In the back of my mind.
Kayak is a palindrome.