Long Line

The tide shifted The sun blazed into the cuddy hatch Moments later the anchor re caught To tip the empty glass to the deck The eyes opened then squeezed tightly Shut to the sudden glare Awareness filled the suddenly small space Tide turn two o’clock sun Line to tend Wind picking up Perfect timing Lets hope the fish run as well as the nap did Now we’ll see if those hours of baiting Where worth the effort Two long pulls on the icy thermos Then out into afternoon sun