Grand Traverse Bay

When in my mind
I row out to Grand Traverse Bay
​At setting sun

​I lie back
And look up at stars
At the end of their journeys

Allowing my legs to hang gently
Over the edge
And skim the surface

Of the stars’ reflection
Disturbing their form
But not their brightness

The book in my hand
Has nothing on this night sky
Of a billion stories

Ones far more daring
Than any I have known
As if I could even imagine

As I listen and pretend
I know its telling
The boat drifting softly with me