Weathering Scotland

Here I am, sipping life, sipping

coffee on a boat in lilac light

and the Scottish rain thundering

 

above my head. I love the drumming

but wish this static fixture flight.

Here I am sipping life, sipping

 

without the power of the paddle, swishing

past Luss with a wave of delight

and the Scottish rain thundering.

 

In and out of the islands, weaving

up to Tarbert, Ardlui…we might.

Here I am, sipping life, sipping

 

the deep dark blue water compelling

thoughts of monsters lost from sight…

and the Scottish rain thundering.

 

Across the way, leather-necked men, fishing

beneath glowering hills, a halo, bright.

Here I am sipping life, sipping

and the Scottish rain thundering.

 

The End

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