The Fisherman

Julie Blackman artbizblog.com

Julie Blackman    artbizblog.com

On the river
among deep coulees
we turn the motor off
Let the boat drift down`
stream to find its course
Let the currents take us
where`ever when`ever
they will in a silence
soft & sweet

In their racks
the rods are stowed
hooks & sinkers stored
It’s past the fishing hour
time to ponder the hooks
set deep in our own jaws
by the One who loves us
on a line unbreakable
knotted secure

He lets us run
if we have the will
Lets out line unlimited
till worn`out by running
we stop Lie still as stones
t
hen he starts his reeling
gently kindly patiently
When we run again
He lets us run

“Quiet. The river flows soundlessly by
at the speed of its own long time.” ~ Wendell Berry

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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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10 Responses to The Fisherman

  1. An absolutely beautiful metaphor, Peter.

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  2. Anita Lubesh says:

    Beautiful and a rippling form shape to boot. Very nice.

    Like

  3. Oh my God, what love!

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