Silently slipping through the golden green reeds it seeps away.
I didn't notice at first.
dark blue water - bright blue sky,
Botswana's winter sun is a gentle touch of warmth.
Awareness teases that something is missing.
the rhythmic swoosh - swoosh - swoosh pauses all outside noise
for a moment...the distraction of life is silenced
TRANQUILITY
(a capsule of my personal experience riding in a mokoro, a traditional canoe,
on the Okavango Delta in Botswana)
Photos by Gene Taylor
Easy! When I think of us quietly drifting through the reeds, it makes me think of a time in life when you realize that you are in exactly the right place at the right time; AND there is no other place in the world you should be rather than where you are RIGHT NOW! Okavango, here I come.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, too...Great article, sonnet, poem, essay...not sure exactly what I would call it, but it is very relaxing to read. Nice.
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