They lift kayaks on the car
in hopes of paddling near and far.
They toss kayaks in the lake,
hop in and paddle necks to break
speed and then slow and settle in
to a rhythm feathering the paddle’s fin,
turning on a dime, gliding in the shallows
among the cattails looking for fish shadows.
They cycle on the roads and jog on the trails
and kayak with the boats that hoist the sails,
but unlike those vessels with big keels
they spirit through shallows fish to reveal.
At the end of each jog, cycle and paddle,
they breathe deeply of adventure’s call
to break away and skedaddle.