I live on one of the Great Lakes and enjoy boating. However, I do not own a boater’s license and the closest thing I have to owning a boat is the blow-up kind. I guess I will just borrow my mother’s canoe!
I created the poem Casting Away while sitting on the rocks under the Blue Water Bridges. There was an older gentleman casting his line into the mouth of Lake Huron that day, and he reminded me of my own grandfather who owns a bait shop south of Harbor Beach, Michigan.
As a child, while sitting on my grandparent’s beach, I use to dream about growing a tail and living underwater with all the other merfolk.