The still and calming waters did nothing to clear my mind,
As the others paddled on, I was left far behind.
Struggling to keep my balance, I can’t even swim,
As I cussed and cursed I knew my chances were looking grim.
But I was doing it – kayaking and challenging myself:
What a bonus for physical and mental health!
Soon I kept a steady line and picked up speed –
As I cut through the water I thought I’d finally succeed.
Yes, at long last I thought I was getting a grip,
But then my back locked, spasmed and gave me gyp.
I lay there horizontal, staring at the endless blue sky,
As long as I didn’t capsize there was no need to cry.
Soon the feeling passed and I paddled slowly back to shore,
Despite all the problems I faced I knew I wanted to do this more.
On the sand, I rose, legs buckled and I fell back in the lake,
There’s nothing like a cold bath to make me stay awake.
I shivered, shook and stamped as I waited for my friends to return,
I want to do this again – Will I ever, ever learn?