From a Gentle Perch

From a gentle perch

in a breeze so soft,

soothed by the serenity

I surveyed alone from my loft.

I peered to the left

I surveyed to the right,

all was well with the world

oh what a calming sight.

Off to the north sat

an island all alone,

seemingly untouched by man

Hog Island proudly shone.

Then to the south

I ventured to see,

bodies bobbing in the water

so relaxed and looking free.

Each one stayed away

observing the privacy of the other,

all lying exposed

some defiantly without cover.

Most just floated with

rigid masts in the air,

swaying to and froe

in life without a care.

Then I saw him

gliding over the surface,

a man on a mission

full of awareness and purpose.

Like a hand on a body

gliding hither and there,

reaching for a spot

so beckoning and fare.

Very obvious to me

he had gone there before,

headed for that beachhead

on the far distant shore.

I gazed with envy as his

vessel glided into the slot,

he was slowly enveloped

by a most warm and gentle spot.

The moistness about him

the salty scent in the air,

it all embraced him

as a friend wanting to share.

Sometime later I

spotted him on his return,

he appeared enlightened and free

Aa a deer surrounded by forested fern.

Here was a man

who went on a quest,

in search on a trip

that left him feeling his best.

Little do I know

if he accomplished his goal,

but from the smile on his face

he had a satisfied soul.

From a gentle perch

in a breeze so soft,

soothed by the serenity

I surveyed alone from my loft.

Gary R. Cramer

December 22, 2012

Sea Mist 1 in Tomales Bay