Morning Poem #2, April 20, 2019

Don’t talk to me about those guys who have never fished at night

The disciples did it.  They knew

It’s not really about all that gear

You throw the bait into the darkness

Into the mystery of the black sky and black water

And you wait, half asleep

Hearing now and then

Noises you cannot identify

But wishing you were nowhere else

Untroubled, for an hour

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3 Responses to Morning Poem #2, April 20, 2019

  1. Enjoyed how well your words painted an experience I have never had
    into my mind.

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