Archive for October, 2010


Alone and adrift on the great Bearpaw Sea.  No sound but the wind and the passing waves.  All I do is wait for the night to come so that I can dream of a different life.

Is this to be a record of my failure?  The answer is a question: do I want it to be?

I have to find that sail, maybe just an oar.  The Bearpaw Sea doesn’t judge.  And while it won’t help me, it certainly won’t stop me.  I can’t see the coast, but I know it’s there.

They told me as a child that it was sink or swim time.  I laughed and hid in the woods with the coyotes and the smiling trees.   When I came out I was thirty-six years old and everyone was gone.


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