Light spatters upon the pond,
a liquid bright-white
rolls on every ripple.

The line cast,
a click, then hollow whir
of reel. Does a green lure
bobble on the surface

or a weighted hook
settle to the bottom?
You decide.

It’s your dream
and your fish
to clean
or let slip back
for another day.

Inspired by @marousia’s poem of the same name


3 thoughts on “Fishing

  1. Totally and absolutely exquisite– a tapestry of beautiful profundity– I loved these lines especially–

    Wounding stars
    stab the sky
    with colander pinpricks.
    They pour out streams
    of infinite light
    dammed behind.


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