I went fishing this morning,
It’s been almost a year!
The pond was calling,
Maybe hearkening to a memory.
The water’s edge laps against my soul.
As our life is hidden in our blood,
So is earth life hidden,
In the depths and on the surface.
It was smooth as glass.
I had to rig my tackle,
What I have been reading
Encouraged me to do it.
To approach in silence,
and lay out a beautiful line.
Watching the winding thread,
As I jerkingly retrieved it.
Not to take from it,
But to commune with it.
Not as much as a bite,
But what fun I had.
The sky turned gold,
The birds and toads
found their voice
As the sun arose.
I’m not sure when,
It’s been almost a year!
But I’ll be back soon,
the pond will call again.
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