On canoeing trips my paddle slips
Through the water effortlessly
The sun's fine rays shine for days
I see no rain, nor sleet or snow
Light breezes blow, gently by
My canoe glides as if on air
The waters calming my mind
The current is fair and pleasantly ebbing
Carrying my little boat from the past
To the present, lingering in the moment
Then off into the future it flows
Following, I paddle my canoe
Parting the waters, again and again
On course to that paddling zen
....
then I wake up on the couch
Realizing I still have to mow the lawn