we didn’t cook out
grilling chicken was our plan
he’d had an idea
Let’s pack a picnic
for supper he’d suggested
spontaneously
camper smorgasbord
a hodgepodge of leftovers
along west shore shade
we picked the playlist
packed the soft-sided cooler
paddled to sunset
Calypso, Shannon,
I Love the Way You Love Me,
Love Can Build a Bridge
no schnoodles this time –
just the two of us, plus food
sky blue Pelicans
We should do this more
often, he quipped, munching chips
I smiled….you’re right, dear
resting in the shade
kicked back, admiring nature,
we took it all in
*Written from the hull of the Gypsy Soul, my blue Pelican kayak, on Sunday, May 29, 2022
Psalm 65:8
So that those who dwell at the ends of the earth are in awe at your signs. You make the going out of the morning and the evening to shout for joy.
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