Fishing Without A License Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

What were you thinking
When you went fishing
Throwing in your baited line
To see what you could find

Trespassing on a bridge… leaning
Conveniently intervening
Catching sight of golden scales
Carefully planning and tending to details

Changing the direction of a gentle flow
Stirring rapidly…creating an undertow
Scooping with a transparent net
Transferring to a bowl… confining your pet

Singing to admiringly and feeding morsels
Pleased and smiling while casting spells
Eventually the thrill began to evaporate
Stagnation began to cloud… it was too late

The electrify scheme began to flounder and fade
Disillusionment created a tumbling cascade
Escaping the washed out fantasy was not to be
Consequences are floating on the clarity of reality


6/3/08