Inside my paper boat ...

In circles I turn 

without practical training, 

backing into a lake's primitive bank -

stern side stronger 

than starboard right, 

dipping alternately, 

finding rhythm

Stillness settles, 

slipping o'er 

untroubled liquid mirrors, 

where ripples cease to repeat,

announcing pristine solitude

A distant hushed crystal splash 

reveals a rainbow's tail, 

free from hook, line, sinker

My boat meets 
no resistance

Tall wispy grasses 

give clues to movements 

mimed in life's underbrush

Ripening blackberries adorn

the roundness of it all, 

where tiny streams replenish 

dreams in my soul

Under my woven hat,

shading my face and red lips 

healing from sun ultraviolet 

With clarity of vision 

unknown before, 

I slip into an exquisite 

peaceful nap, floating                   

 For dversepoets.com Karin invites us to write about a trip..any kind of trip..