Slackwater
My vessel slows to creep along this smooth
and littered stretch, amid the gathering
flotsam and jetsam.
Things here and now
are standing still.
Long undulations belie the
kinetic energy beneath.
Deep down in the channel
the river flows as ever.
A hushed babbling ahead,
a mist,
the approaching falls.
Circling, swirling,
adrift,
we languish in
the slackwater.
Slainte,
Paz
Armchair Zen 