Summertime Fishing
–
All summer it has stalked
the back of my mind like
a scaled bass waiting
in the weeds to eat.
This notion to go fishing.
To let my line fly
and my bobber float.
To hear the singing line,
and feel tugging at the rod.
To relax on the bank
and watch cool water
flow past.
Or sit on the dock
and get lost in thought
to the melody of
the gentle lapping of waves.
But now I sit here
listening to the cold rain
pelt the roof.
The first of the fall storms.
I realize I spent my summer
dreaming of what I wished for
instead of doing what I wished
and now summer has passed.
–
William Sutphin
Photo by Sarah Pflug from Burst