The racing kayak is long and lean,
a rocket, with a boy sized hole
where my son fits.
I don’t know how he does it,
honing his technique, the
incremental adjustments,
fine tuning, paddle in just-so,
ahead and close, core strength,
correct rotation. It’s technical.
He could explain it, and
sometimes he tries, smiling,
as I fail to grasp the finer detail.
He leaves me landlocked,
but I am content to sit and watch
a young god in his heaven,
worship the water he rides.
With a nod to Boy in a Canoe by May Swenson
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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Well done Colin ,I don’t remember you telling me your a poet ,well good for you,and tell me when theirs something I can purchase,we have a growing community of poets in lincoln
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Thanks Graham. New book is coming out Easter time, a joint venture with fellow poet Vernon Goddard.it will be £7.95. I will write here when it’s ready.
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Lovely , I hope Dan loves it too & is proud of his Pa xxxx
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