I was never much for the sea
Though I’d never seen the sea

Lake Michy is as close as I could ever want
And as close as I may ever get

Though I should hope, one day, to see the sea
And die many years later, able to say

I’ve seen.
I’ve heard.
But, I did not venture.

I hated the idea of having the phantom that kept me at bay
To capture me.
Confirming yet another fear.
The anchor.