Benny Sip

Prose

A Minnesota Childhood

When I was a boy

I used to sit at the end of the dock for hours

On end

Just watching sunfish

Circling in the water below

Occasionally dipping my toes or fingers

Just below the water’s surface film

Letting the fish nibble them

Attempting time after time to trick them

My sister and I

Made a great team

Catching them with plastic shovels and buckets as tools

Laughing and smiling and swimming

For hours on end

Concentrating only as children can

And then those days were gone

Just like that

Hours and hours full of buckets

And sand and and sunshine and sunfish

~ A Minnesota Childhood ~

Ben Sippola