fishing
I learned the art of fishing
to catch beautiful little things off guard
and bring them to me so I might taste their goodness
and hold them in my hands to admire
and bask in the tranquility of day's sunlit hours.
An amateur, I cast the rod too eagerly
and watched the line sink beneath the opaque surface
into that pool of deep dark water.
Did not wait for the clarity of sunshine,
nor the moon to wane into slender crescent.
Frightful creatures took my bait,
feeding themselves on my foolishness.
I pulled against their unrelenting hunger,
struggled to maintain balance.
But they pulled me in and consumed me.
Had I the chance to cast my line again,
I would remember not to probe
for those things that should remain
underwater.
to catch beautiful little things off guard
and bring them to me so I might taste their goodness
and hold them in my hands to admire
and bask in the tranquility of day's sunlit hours.
An amateur, I cast the rod too eagerly
and watched the line sink beneath the opaque surface
into that pool of deep dark water.
Did not wait for the clarity of sunshine,
nor the moon to wane into slender crescent.
Frightful creatures took my bait,
feeding themselves on my foolishness.
I pulled against their unrelenting hunger,
struggled to maintain balance.
But they pulled me in and consumed me.
Had I the chance to cast my line again,
I would remember not to probe
for those things that should remain
underwater.