Friends Fishing

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.
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Friends Fishing

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.

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