On Sunday morning we paddled on Mother Earth’s church, the Bayou Teche. The day was near perfect with a little cloud cover and moderate temperatures. We invited friends to join us. We actually saw an alligator. He was a juvenile about 3 feet long sunning himself on some concrete rip-rap. I got a good picture of him. He was totally still, not spooked at all by our moving closer to him. He smiled for me.
Bayou Cinquain
Notice
Margaret Simon
how light dances
on bayou’s belly rolls
washing us with soothing hopeful
Nurture
The Progressive Poem is with Janet today at Tabatha’s blog The Opposite of Indifference.
Reflections on the Teche 