rivaling perfection

across the oiled teak barriers
from land to floating gray
the horizon remains winter bluish
pale and chilly, no glaring sun
my unsquinting eyes appreciate
the quiet gift of observation

from the table where I my elbow
and chin meet reflectively
under eiderdown protection
I bask in the outdoor freedom
to breathe the life giving
freshness... a squawking call
the malards farther out
swim peacefully
protected by the cold water
in their private search
for tranquility...
we share the same need for warmth
but I won't plunge under the gray liquid surface
even for a succulent fish
but return slowly into the house
for a cup of steaming tea...



rivaling perfection
[2007.16.1...b]
for Star