Fishing- Repost
Standing thigh high on the riffle,
Feeling the current pull at my knees.
Breathing deep.. my world is calm now,
Winged beauty drifting by on the breeze.
My line floats out like a feather,
And patiently waits a strike from below.
My soul seeks the magic of water,
I'm lost in its ebb and its flow.
I admit its really not about catching,
I don’t care if the prey is that clever.
The light gently leaving the canyon,
I want to hold this moment forever .
Why to we fight daily battles
Looking for fortune or fame?
I turn from this life of unease,
The river is calling my name.
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Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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