my daily bread

My quest has ended here in this little
shack on the edge of mirror waters.
Clouds gather in great, fluffy
conglomerations in the blue
skies above my head.
River currents whisper in front,
a swampy forest full of
towering trees wall off the back.
On one of their trunks I sketched a
seagull flying.
The air is incensed by
flowers growing wild.
From here no fields or
farms are in sight but
from the abundance of
their yieldI receive my
daily bread.