I sought solitude. A place and time
self from work.
The cabin was quiet.
Fog created gray
on the river.
Full from the melting,
it flowed full 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
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.’)
Beautiful. Lovely moment in time. Is the setting real? Lee