Poetry is its own prayer,
The closest words come to will.
– Amanda Gorman (“CORDAGE, or ATONEMENT”)
To untangle a knot of fishing line
you must begin with the hook—
work reason gently backwards.
Don’t pull tight but take a breath,
give time away and listen
to the words that swim by.
Free the mind to find itself
not coifed in sheep’s clothing
but wild as a wolf in the woods.
Watch the water riffle and eddy.
See rocks and cobbles talking
from an ever-changing streambed.
This is fishing.
This is poetry.
This is solace.
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