Staying at Jack's cabin
on Spectacle pond near Aurora, Maine,
it began to thunder
while I rowed across the north
end of the pond.
Fearing for my life,
I frantically rowed across the water,
desperately trying to reach shore.
As I attempted to get to safety,
the cooler I had borrowed from Esther
fell overboard.
All my beer and food was gone, but when I finally
reached shore.
Wet and scared, I anchor the boat and
Thanked all the Gods I could think of.
The rain pounded blinded me, but I managed
to find shelter in an unlocked outhouse
about a hundred yards behind and an empty cabin.
The storm came with furry- the
the wind almost took the boat off its anchor.

After the storm the, the sky cleared.
The sun shine was bright and intensely warm.
Tired and mourning my loss,
I decided to row to the middle of the pond and read for a while.
I fell asleep reading Len Lyon's 101 Jazz albums.
When I woke up, I found that the boat had drifted ashore,
and to my surprise, the boat had collided with the lost cooler.
To my delight, when I opened the cooler, only one beer bottle was broken.
In wonder, I thanked the gods again.