all nightmare long

i got my first boat when i was one. it was a sailing ship. i carried it everywhere i went. it took me across oceans. later, when i was a little older, i outgrew the sailing ship. i got me a canoe. it was white. it held everything i owned. i left home. i sailed around Chunky pond. i found i was hungry. i returned home. it wasn't long. i grew tired of home. i struck out on my own. this time it was in a Mohawk. it was green. it was seventeen feet long. it held everything i owned. i paddled down the Suwannee. i tried my hand at photography. it was pretty. the spotmatic had a screw in lens. a needle meter. then. then i thought i needed a nikon. kodachrome. so i bought one. a chrome FM. took film. got some fast bayonet lenses. then. thought i needed them. that was what the press used. i wanted to walk in their shoes. and i did. for awhile. but that was then. it came to an end. by then. i had a kayak. kept it out back. on a rack. it was blue. costs only two hundred from Walmart. It was a start. Solo. you know. that was way we now had to go. oh, i still had the canoe. two. and even another yellow sea kayak. in case i ever went to sea. again. like when, i was one. but i knew that day would probably never come. but its in the cradle. if ever i am able. to go. its not slow. like the blue kayak. out back. but lately. i been using a cattle trough.galvanized. still it rusts. and in waves, its rough. and often. when i am sleeping all nightmare long. i think of my ship long gone. and wish often for home. now gone. as the trough gently rocks me.