An uncle of mine and his friend decided to try their hand at some pond fishing a few months ago and we captured this photo. I've been intrigued by its simplicity for some time now, so I thought I would try to capture a single aspect of what it means to me. Anything I write is a perpetual work in progress. I'm not sure that a writer ever truly finishes anything...sometimes they just stop polishing it and move on to something new. Here I was impressed that the day was less about fishing and more about friendship. Or perhaps it's silly to try to separate the two. Because what everything is really about is life and squeezing every bit of daylight out of every day.
Ambling into daylight fade,
Gear and bait at hand.
Bound not by boyish exhilaration
Rather a learned anticipation,
Holding fast that the magic
Lies not in the catch
But in the cast.
Ahead, the pond’s mirror surface
Captures autumn’s confetti explosion
This day's life current runs rare perfect
Words float easy on unlabored breath
Hopes bob and bump the sun-washed surface
Ripples of memories glint and glean
Before skittering away on dragonfly wing
Murky mysteries are not allowed
To cover this day with threatening cloud
There’s time enough for that in winter
For now it’s really very simple
Friends fishing on a perfect day
Friends fishing on a perfect day.