Fishing

Well, I dropped my net
on the left side of the boat
on the right side of the boat
Dragged a`stern Cast a`fore
each time I pulled it back in
it was emptier than the last
In the end I ate my bait

as I studied the horizon
watching how one cloud
would pile up on another
to make the shape of a face
or a top of a meringue pie
to the gentle rise and fall
in swells of running tide

`til so mesmerized I fell
into a lazy peaceful sleep
known as doldrums at sea
dreamt myself in a meadow
full of purple wild`flowers
In my arms the mermaid
I never ever would catch

“It’s more important to me to be close to a mystery
than to have it disappear into forgettable knowledge.”

   ~ Mark Strand

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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One Response to Fishing

  1. welcome back – I hope you used filet mignon for bait

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