“I've never been in a kayak,” I said

before I (drunk) got in one and pushed off

behind my brother-in-law, Matt, paddled 

in the dark to the riderless jet ski

drifting out in the middle of the lake,

prepared to find someone floating near it, 

facedown, or blood on the seat or, at least,

keys still hanging from the ignition but,

years later, I recalled that, years before, 

I already had been in a kayak

on my bicycle trip, in Idaho...

Anyhow, there was no body or blood;

most likely the jet ski wasn't tied up 

and had just drifted away from its dock.