Growing up in Miami
we were lucky to live on a canal.
Lucky because there was so much
that happened on the dock.
Just sitting with our feet in the water
helped to cool us on a hot summer day.
We had a very small boat anchored
that offered adventure as we paddled through the water.
We had homemade fishing poles:
sticks with a bit of bread tied to the end of the string.
And we felt such excitement when we actually caught a fish,
although we quickly threw it back.
Every spring the ducks would come quacking
with their dozen babies following behind.
The bread was handy again as we fed them
and pet the soft fur of the smallest ones.
And sometimes we even took a quick dive in
and splashed about with glee.
That was so many years ago,
but I will always remember
the fun times as we sat
on the dock…
(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)