It has been so long
since I’ve been fishing.
I miss so many things;
the angst of the day,
the silent serenity,
the absence of anguish,
the deep, stillness of breaths,
the blink of brisk breezes,
the smiles of the sun
as it kisses my face good morning.

I tell you what i don’t miss, though;
the lingering smell of caught fish.
the fights over who lost the worms,
the scolding after knocking over the last soda,
the disappointment of never having caught anything,
and the anger of so many hours wasted.

It has been so long
since I’ve been fishing.