Mountains loom over it.
Dragonflies dawdle overhead.
A light breeze blows quilting the surface.
Two kayaks lie on the banks of the boathouse
red prows nudging the water.
An old railway dam steam trains
Once guzzled from.
Now I drink its tranquillity
Store it against the coming week.
*have you a tranquil place you go to for replenishment or a piece of music you listen to or picture you look at?