Superman On Torch Lake

Overlooking The lake from his cottage deck Like a captain last to leave his ship My dad Discards his cane atop the stairs Fastens his wobbly hips and knees Sideways And to the rickety railing He Inchworms his wrinkled hands Across the slivers Down he goes Two feet Each A step at a time Descending the 40 planks to Torch Lake He enters the cold water Strolling to the end of the rickety dock Where his hands release To a buoyancy catching him Under his arms My dad is young again Springing high and settling back Bouncy as a moon walker Bending easily for pennies or clams And no one dares cha-ching At his elbow to help anymore. He levitates on his back Arms arrowed past his head Like Superman With his blue lake cape sailing behind him Flying away across the summer.