Not a ripple today on the lake
It is just like a sheet of glass
The sun etching its warmth
On my legs and arms and back
 
The little row boat drifting
Slowly through the water
Carrying my face looking deep
Into the land of river waters
 
Floating over the weeds
That tower from the bottom
To a fishes eye I know I look
Like a space ship up above
 
Not wanting to move
Like I am on a special journey
I keep still and look down deep
A different view my eyes to meet
 
Assorted different fishes
And minnows by themselves
A clam on edge on the bottom
And partly buried in
 
Seaweeds just like timbers
With several shades of green
Like living arms that wave to me
Because of the unseen breeze
 
A sunfish paces the bottom
Letting all others know
That unborn fish kids resting there
Just waiting to be born
 
Then suddenly on my back
A little breeze checks in
And tells me that it is time to go
And leave the deep therein
 
Wayne