Future Recollection Poem by Neil Crawford

Down by the abandoned railway
we watched the fishermen

returned from a disappointing yesterday
with their sense of hope renewed

somewhat like ourselves as the scraped scales
of love fell about our idling feet.

We shall return here many times
throughout our countless lives.

One day it will all be okay,
we will finally convince each other

we will land the unbaited, thrashing catch
so often thrown back.