I rowed the boat whose motion made me feel like a god
seated on a water-throne.
I steered fate with a pair of rods,
breathing equanimity
into treetops,
in an animistic temple
where beauty is worshiped
and though we exchanged few words,
the conversation
was between my eyes
and water-drops.
Susie Gharib is a graduate of the University of Strathclyde with a Ph.D. on the work of D.H. Lawrence. Her poetry and fiction have appeared in multiple venues including Down in the Dirt, Three Drops from a Cauldron, Impspired Magazine, The Opiate, Mad Swirl, Leaves of Ink, The Poetry Village, A New Ulster, Adelaide Literary Magazine, The Ink Pantry, the Pennsylvania Literary Journal, the Penwood Review, and Crossways.
Is this Loch Lomond the whiskey or the body of water? The dreamy nature of your piece works well for either or both combined. Nice imagery!