An Idea of Canoeing

Circles outreaching and growing wide,

Endlessly outreaching, into the hour,

Into the hour,

The idea of this: water in flower.

The colors, greens, yellows,

And state park sign arrows,

Though I don't like boating at all,

Or being on the water,

Somehow gleam into the hour.

And will I see you walking now?

And will I be this reaching out,

Here and now?

The understanding and the light,

Reaching into the hour,

Into the hour?

Will I cross the street to you,

In the traffic breaks,

In the light of this,

In the light of this love,

Here and now?