Fishing Poem by Christopher Thor Britt

I search, research
Drop anchor and wait with
Baited hook cast to seize the day
There’s action beyond what I can see
Though anxious, I wait patiently for
Opportunity to bite and run
In the struggle, break water and
Reach for the sun.

With dreams alive and vision true
I see a shimmer. I glimpse a view
Tension mounts. To the challenge, I rise
Reeling and reeling, but
I fail to surmise
The catch requires less drag and more line
Fighting, more fighting.
Give it more time

What’s this? A shimmer, I see in the stream
Ripples and more at the surface, my dream
But, down and deeper an unforeseen snag
I must keep control. I tighten the drag
No good. No time. A web-tangled line…
Misfortune dictates, “Cut bait”
Changing my tack, I search and research
Drop anchor and patiently wait... Fishing