Unite with bank and water
Flare nostrils to river smells,
Witness flow streaming
Search far side eagerly.
Sit uniting hook and line.
Low level sun breaking through,
Mist rising.
Damp grass holding rushes.
Kiss hook with bait,
Cast.
Silently sitting, drinking coffee.
Float searching for prey.
Being deft by the sliding float
The prow breaking waves gently.
Become invisible.
Camouflaged stillness.
Tweak line, bubbles looking.
Universe sinking brain thinking
Come back to life, look, stare.
Light and shade kissing.
The world revolves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Takes me back to my younger days when I used to spend my weekends fishing. I can feel the dampness and the anticipation waiting for a strike. Well described and a lovely read. Thanks.-10