The Net Full Of Fish Poem by James McLain

Silent are my thoughts lest my mouth.
I was and remain today still amazed.
Even when a severely handy capped little boy.
Drew the other boys and girls,
to the net full around.
All species of birds but the crane I point out.
Upon the lip of the bucket it stood.
Reminding me of trying to spear fish in a barrel.
Us walking the shore with the net full of fish.
I remember I heard the little girl say,
my father is a doctor are the birds all actors?
Why did the sea gull pluck the green back from my hand?
A wing and a prayer did it touch even your hand?
Sitting down watching them feed the birds I noticed.
Two brothers taking turns kissing one fish.
choking on the water I was drinking, I said.
Your mother will smile when she sees what you did.
Against your being or influenced by something I said.