On July 4th, we went fishing in Ft. Myers, Florida. It was daybreak as we passed the mouth of the Caloosahatchee River. It reminded me of a poem I wrote a few years ago for a poetry class at Eckerd College.

On July 4th, we went fishing in Ft. Myers, Florida. It was daybreak as we passed the mouth of the Caloosahatchee River. It reminded me of a poem I wrote a few years ago for a poetry class at Eckerd College.


I was sorting through old writing projects. A few years ago, I attended the Sanibel Island Writer’s Conference, a great conference. In a session I attended, the instructor gave the class a writing exercise. There were three lists and we had to choose 3 random numbers between 1 and 25. The first list was your occupation, the second list was something you did, and the other was some secret. Mine were: architect, covers mirrors, and leads a secret life. Here’s my story: