a string of "on the water" haiku
on a grey day the inside
of a small boat becomes
a fiery tapestry of golden oranges
steering mind's vessel
to bump up against solid ground
becomes the work of buddha
how angels cooperate
lining the edges between
wood and quiet waters
becomes the bay dance
of all of us, as we appear
to steer without wind
oars dropped, wind stilled
bird sounds silenced with inquiry
rising freedom sings
words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16
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