Barely breaking daylight,
doggies on the bank,
and a broken line knotted
over, under, and again
to hold the slippery catch.
I wade deeply into the center
where there is no calm,
casting an offering; an alm
for the fish gods.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Barely breaking daylight,
doggies on the bank,
and a broken line knotted
over, under, and again
to hold the slippery catch.
I wade deeply into the center
where there is no calm,
casting an offering; an alm
for the fish gods.
This is for my husband, fly fisherman guru, John.