Torch Lake - No More Troubles

I swear the seagull’s cry Mimics the tantrum Of a waddling toddler in diapers Who’s stepped on a thorn on shore I listen from a distance Not my trouble How many perfect sticks have I thrown to Torch Lake That have escaped the interest of my dog? Maybe those temptations will reunite Far away near the Yacht Club Gathered and tied together To make their own salvation raft Ignore ignore these problems I fit into the blue wavy famous Lake Gogebic back float Of my boyhood father My head at rest a nest of drowned feathers Van Gogh’s Earth inflating my lungs Toes like nipples to the mouth of the hot sun Ears cuffed by the loping waves A glint I must look like to others Who wonder and worry with binoculars How I am alive out here yet swallowed By him.