Sometimes life rises up like a small tsunami. You think you’ve got your canoe nice and steady, you’re floating along and then the wave comes. Friday was a wave day. It started out busy and under control/calm but with the wave came unexpected extra work and a timeline that had to be met if I was to honor the kids who entered a local writing contest. Let’s just say that I had to have everything in place for the event on Saturday by 10 am. I got it done by 10:02 am. And the canoe never tipped.
fat red boat
thrums on Orveas Bay
I try to imagine stories for it
but have no sea legs
cannot imagine anything but
a slanted & seaslick deck
