Hooks baited __
Index finger holding down line in front of first guide __
Middle and ring fingers just behind first guide __
Correct position for casting __
Reel bail released __
Left hand gripping handle __
Breathing steadied __
Focused on this place right now __
At one with sky __
At one with sun __
At one with sea __
At one with fish __
Drawn to a sculped head in the wall,
I pause to examine my attraction.
Be this god, or demon, or man? I ask.
And is he angry, or is he in agony?
Lacking any answers,
I cross myself upon taking my leave.
Fishing in calm surf
Quiet outside quiet inside –
Down that narrow lane
Where the facades of the shops are bright
And the path bends east and out of sight,
The unknown future beyond the curve beckons.
Sailboat swings in midnight’s breeze,
Rocking the crew below to sleep.
Waterfront buildings light the quay
As eve gives way to Christmas day.
The sun rises over the Matanzas Inlet,
Washing the facades of the waterfront shops
And stirring the family asleep below deck.
First gift of a good morning.
The weathered window is shuttered
And the potted plants untended.
Still, that unknown and unseen within
Conjures an awe-full image.
So strong the force that led him this way,
He’ll wait for her signal day upon day.
So strong the force craving his donation,
He’ll stay to be eaten post consummation.
Four hours into the outgoing tide,
I walk the wetlands’ uncovered paths
Aiming for the north shore of Matanzas Bay
And the spotted seatrout that frequent there.
The paths by the sea are quiet this early in the day
As the sun rises over the Matanzas Bay Inlet,
Gifting golden rays to the eastern walls and trees.