Shoreline

Up north
we glide
on clear waters
meant for loons

You in the bow
muscling to shore
I steer-
am stearn

after hard
portage stumbles
you pull 
I push

we move in sync
like swans-
it appears 
effortless to those watching

while under
the surface
we churn a deep
we cannot see

this journey, my friend
rugged and smooth
we move toward shore
the shoreline moves us