Fishing for Poetry


Fishing for Poetry

I rudder left,
The boat turns right;
Opposites x me in the bow,
Steady me in stern.

I cast on right,
The wind blows left;
Below the fish swims toward my lure,
Bites the weightless hook.

It is a grasp-less grasp-
a quicktime dance of sea.
April 1. 2014

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