“We call ours lakes,” he said,
a Texas boy now Michigander.
Eleven-hundred miles around,
but lake – fresh-water, even.

Lake Pauline where I grew up
once hosted a power plant
on Wanderer’s Creek. Lake Fort
Phantom near my home dwarfs
Pauline – has 29-miles of shore.

Meager expectations limit vision,
predictions, hope. When I plan,
I base projections on past ideas.
When a higher power makes plans
lakes can stretch forever,
eleven hundred miles around.