I sought solitude.  A place and time

to differentiate

self from work.

The cabin was quiet.

Fog created gray

on the river.

Full from the melting,

it flowed full almost

almost

to the limits of its banks.

Hours watching chunks of ice float by,

in the swift, constant flow,

an overdose of peace.

More aware I see

a chunk of white

dive,

return to the surface and dive again.

A Common Goldeneye. Differentiated.

Gave me my core.

(this day my brother tweeted a challenge to write a poem using the words ‘common,’ ‘core,’ ‘differentiate,’ and ‘overdose.’)