Afloat Again Poem by Ella Anna Pankatz

My paddle plies through northern lake
A loon emerges and instantly disappears beneath
Sailing in the breeze is a tiny feather
White, black, and luminous

Unruffled, the loon fishes in his domain
While the feather is drifting further apart
It escaped from other the diver's wing
It too left behind his home

The feather and I, we broke our tether
We're steered by currents and wind
-I forget adversity and futile anger
This lake has quenched the fire in me

Wherever my boat will take me
Whatever the winds hold in store
I face to the sun my weathered skin
I am afloat, and I will sing

(10/12/2012