Moon Glow Ride On Torch Lake

Steering our boat across the moon glow Like a fork stabbed through cream We careen in the sheen of upside down light at 3:30 A.M. The July night tries to close on us like a lid The result of one too many martinis By dad at Dockside Shhhhhhh Let it go The bow parting the Milky Way Shhhhhhh Startling the Whitefish Weightless Them and us Life vests free of bodies The kids in their early 20s Passengers wondering How they had gone through life Never feeling the sweat of the moon On their skin like this Until now, their dad their uncle her husband He has something left to offer them all Grinning Like any secret boat owner still alive on a big lake.