Up the Creek Without an iPad

Up the Creek tonight

Without an iPad or pen

Near to hand
All the better that I

May now commit

The sanctity of this evening

To long term storage

Closing my eyes

To see every passing ripple

And crease along the surface
Lodging deep as an icon

Within the innermost ear

Right where the cochlea

Abuts cognitive functioning

To be embedded forever

Like the refrain 

Of a popular song

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My friend Peter Rippon visited us earlier this summer and we had a chance to paddle on the Creek just before sunset.  And then later we walked out to the pier on Bay Avenue to watch the moon rise over Shinnecock Bay.  Here is one of Peter's drawings that seems well matched to this particular poem.  By the way, Peter often uses an iPad for sketching, which may also help you better understand the title of the poem.