When I was eight

I snuck out my window

Climbed down a too steep root infested sand trap cliff

Two legs knee deep in duck muck and two arm mighty

mouse launched my boat rowing to the center of the lake

to catch the moon and drift in sleepless slumber under a

blanket of stars until I got too cold to

laugh at how my family thought I was afraid of the water

when all I was afraid of was being held under it