Jeff Kyser Poet Free verse

Catfish

My long run was serene,
    mostly wooded.

A short section took me
    out to the highway;
    my least favorite part.

Three narrow bridges
    to be crossed,
    traffic buzzing
    too close for comfort.

I walked the third bridge,
    up next to the rail,
    out of the way,
    with a few moments
    to just look.

There below, in the water,
    A catfish swam upstream,
    Lazily,
    Tail swishing
    back and forth,
    back fin out of the water,
    glistening, sparkling
    in the sunlight.

And I marvelled and thought,
    “Who is this for?”

And then I remembered:
    He’s watching me
    watching the fish.

And He’s never bored.

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L Milton Hankins March 29, 2022 at 8:43 AM Seizing the moment! Well done, my friend. I was never a runner, but I used to take long walks and always enjoyed them. Now, I amble along! L Milton Hankins March 29, 2022 at 11:56 AM Interesting. I read Ashford's Ordinary Miracles, too. Fine piece of writing. Jeff Kyser March 29, 2022 at 10:54 AM Oh, this run was a long time ago! Artificial knee put an end to that! No, I was reading Eric Ashford's Ordinary Miracles, and the scene came to mind. Somewhat weird, because they don't seem terribly related, but I guess the thought was we miss a lot if we don't stop and consider the ordinary.