We parked my jeep and thought of all the heat
in Mari’s house, before we went to swim
We thought of Bruegger’s Bagels where we’d eat
DeRuyter was the opposite, was grim
DeRuyter lake was rough, the autumn wind
blew whitecaps toward the dam from which we’d leave
Like hell before the spirits who have sinned
DeRuyter offered torment not reprieve
We leaped into the water, cold indeed
Our wetsuits were as warm as we would get
Each stroke we took defined our subtle speed
There was no doubt that we were cold and wet
The island was our goal, I watched you go
You beat me there and back; I swam too slow!