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)
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