My Kayak Lesson

My instructor 

explains paddle techniques,

how to deal with wind,

where to point my head

in relation to the bow.

Most of all,

he stresses balance.

Thankfully, the lake surface

complies with my wishes.

It’s as flat

as if ironed.

Life jacket fastened tight to chest,

I slide into my vessel.

It wobbles drunkenly

until I shift my body around,

sober it up.

The trainer hands me the oar,

gives me a nudge out

into the depths.

Eventually,

I get the hang of it,

find a rhythm all my own.

We’re a team:

man and hull,

flesh and fiberglass.

I’m surprised how easy it is.

Then a speed boat dashes by,

sends waves like torpedoes 

in my direction.

I bounce around

like I’m on an amusement ride,

am one answered prayer away

from totally capsizing.

Kayak drill is no different 

from any other of life’s lessons.

It’s good when it comes to the basics.

But it fails to mention

other lives.