Surrounded by tools of his trade,
The fisherman readies his tackle
To angle for some respite.
Kinderdijk Sunday
Author: dcstecker
Renewal
After such a long winter,
You’re welcome here, spring.
But before giving way to summer,
Please bring your spring to my step
And refill my eyes with your wonder.
Kinderdijk Shift
Storm is passing –
Quieted clouds
Windmill’s reflected –
Quieted waters
Rotor blades are stilled –
Quieted winds
I am here watching –
Quieted mind
Nonstick Notions
Two small shrimpers, aging yet able,
Secured for repairs toward the end of the dock,
Spark brief fancies of high sea daring do
In passerby who’ll never try to depart.
Morning Respite on the San Sebastian River
Returned from their night run
With outriggers high,
The catch unloaded,
And their crews scattered wide,
Shrimp boats rest easy,
Mirrored in the still waters.
Aficionada at Georgie’s Diner in the Time of Plague
She arrives deliberately early,
Predawn darkness, doors now unlocking.
Social-distancing conscious
And middle-counter blocking,
She studies the specials,
Her eyes slow-list descending;
Hidden under her breath, tasteful recitations
Savoring intimations
Of the more fulfilling respites.
Check List: Casting into Surf
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 __
Covering Bases
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.
Reconnection
Fishing in calm surf
Quiet outside quiet inside –
Standing meditation
Always Toward the Light
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.
