The Rower Of Light

I find it relaxing to read poems. Here is another one by local poet Philip Kuepper. Enjoy!

The Rower of Light

The rower had come to the river,

For the river had come to him,

In a dream. In his shell,

On the river, he was one

With the river, one with the motion

Of his rowing. Out,

In the center of the river, light

Lay a path the rower

Could row with, a current

Of light that took the rower to depths,

Without his leaving the surface.

He had rowed away, from shore,

Rowed away, from the world.

He rowed away, from his body,
Flesh and bone,
Until he reached the point
Where his being was.

Philip Kuepper(2008)