prose/poem recalling my life and times living in FL as a boy
|When I was young
my family moved to Florida.
I still remember the river in our backyard.
threshold of freedom and wonder.
To me, the river's reach was
I was Lewis, and my brother Clark,
as we skipped across the breaks in our dingy
whose engine went well beyond excessive.
My brother, four years my senior,
assumed the title of Captain.
But I was not mutinous; I got to be the
We set sail
for exploration and adventure.
We trolled shallows so clear
it seemed we were floating through the air.
We mazed through underwater sand dunes,
whose nearly undetectable connections rose so high
they could make even dingys run aground.
We fished lagoons that were caked in algae
and held more fish than water.
And of course,
We hunted for hidden treasure.
We never found it back then; but now,
living where the waters freeze,
I treasure those times.