The Catch May 10, 2010Posted by Rambling Man in Poetry & Humor.
Tags: fishing, hook head, mackerel
by the Rambling Man
What joy it gave to feel the water sliver
with the blurred blue-green of a fish …
tugging at your hand on a string of orange twine;
dead-weight weaving against the strain,
patterns dancing beneath the calm.
Patterns changing, pulled from one world into the next.
Soon water will thread gills no more.
All will be done. Our thoughts will turn to home
and to the taste of the sea.