FISHING

 

 

Day breaks into dreams of possibilities,
a thousand paths in new directions,
and yet we choose the proven route

under reconstruction. How we change
our ways and destinations depends
on pause and reflection, long moments

cast upstream, over and over again,
where the mind is free to be mesmerized
by the fly as it finds new currents home.

We dug worms for cane poles, watched
corks bob when I was a boy. It’s not
about the fish, but the fishing instead.

 

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