Here's another kayaking poem.
Relativity
When I want a sense of progress,
I paddle close to shore
and mark my way from dock to dock,
house to house, point to point, and more.
But
when I want perspective,
I
head for the middle of the lake,
where
the shore seems almost stationary,
and
the breeze erases my own faint wake.
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