Boat On a Mountain Lake — Photo-artistry by kenne
Beached Boat On Calm Lake
A small boat, half on land, half in dream—
the bow kissing mud, stern still drifting
in a lake so still it remembers everything.
The forest leans in, studying itself,
pines doubled in the water,
each trunk a question about what’s real.
No wind, no engine, no men with plans—
just the slow breath of morning
and the smell of wet cedar and rust.
This is how the world looks
when it forgets we’re watching—
balanced between use and surrender.
— kenne
