lake michigan – Stephanie Springborn

Fish Memories (I went fishing, part 2)

A fin. I saw a fin. I pulled and reeled. “Just keep doing what you are doing.” I had no idea what I was doing…

Up ahead lie my lake of ghosts and memories. “Papa,” I whispered into the lake’s breeze.

I saw from myself, after waves of the past and all of the new roads ahead, a smile windowed from my soul…

I looked to the horizon, with no shoreline in sight. The lake was big enough…

There is wisdom in the advice to “wear the dress”…