No One Has Ever Been Here Before

I launched the kayak and started across the bay
The mist shrouded the other side
No one has ever been here before
Then I saw the boats
Except for the fishermen

I paddled farther until the boats were behind me
A secluded bayou awaited me
No one has ever been here before
Then I saw the crab traps
Except for the crabbers

I paddled farther until no crab traps were visible
The bayou split up into a maze of channels
No one has ever been here before
Then I saw the bridge over the marsh
Except for the workers who built that bridge

I paddled farther until the bridge was out of sight
The bayou opened up into a huge marsh pond
Finally, I saw what I was looking for
A deep red slice of a tail poking through the surface of the water
And then I knew for certain, no one has ever been here before