fishing poem

I am so tired I can hardly think so I suppose that is as good a time as any to share random thoughts online. On the other hand, this sort of almost dreaming state at 4 in the afternoon is when poetry tends to float nearest the surface so I'll give it a try and see what happens . . .

Sometimes sunlight drenches me

as when a small child casts a line awkwardly, breaking the air and writing a brief

note on the pond, fading to an invisible message

and the ducks soar after reading it, feeling threatened

by the small fists, so intent,

so earnest, so drenched with light that

you can almost see right through their souls

Bumping past the large holes in the road

not fixed yet and growing deeper with every rainfall

but packed smooth by all the 4x4's that determinedly make their way to the planned summer

I am transporting children with half-formed memories who

may remember this perfect morning as a note the dragonfly makes

background to the robins and blackbirds

interrupted by furious ducks

a blurry sensation of mud and reeds and tangled lines

that tightening of the shoulders to control the cast

that never goes where you were looking

but is hope each time

"I'm feeling lucky" says my son

almost soaked by the sunlight

so full of truth that he is lucky

but the fish, being in the water, do not see this clearly enough

and unfortunately ignore his lucky casts.

A father walks with his son hand in hand, the scent of togetherness smudging their

separate outlines and

glueing their memories together - mud and sun and ducks and that plane

drowning out the dragonfly buzz and smudging the invisible ink

on the water

Such vivid colours in the sunlight that

swirls and sanctifies

the tiny souls

the half-set minds of our

little children

and my own mind softens briefly and I feel smudged

into a watercolour with them

That was this morning - fishing with another family and their little autistic son as well as my own two youngest kids. It was really magical and one of those moments I wish I could just capture and keep in an album.

Now I really need to do paperwork - billing and charting and stuff like that but I really don't feel like it at all. Sometimes being an adult is just not what it is cracked up to be!