Lake of fog and fire

The crickets were still

Singing in the late

Twilight of northern lake county.

As I row my

Small red boat

Across the lake my mind settles

On the fog

Of the Canadian fires

That narrows my vision to oarlength

My head

Rests on the

Portside of my boat

And I try to find a star

Any star single

Buried in the curved arms of our galaxy.

But I now know

That the universe

Is inside my mind.