Fishin'

I troll downstream; drop anchor and wait To seize the day with just the right bait I feel my first hit, a pulse one can’t see Though anxious, I wait patiently For opportunity to bite and run In the struggle, break free and Reach for the sun Feeling alive with vision true I see the shimmer. I glimpse a view Tension mounts. To the challenge, I rise Reeling and reeling, and then I surmise This quarry requires less drag and more line Fighting, more fighting I give it more time At last, there before me, a beautiful sight A trophy for certain...I hope that I’m right An angler I’m not, but today I’m a king If only I can carefully boat this thing Then I heard a loud wail with the fish still a stream My alarm clock announced that It all was a dream ~Christopher Thor Britt (2014)