| We Go Fishing
The world was still asleep when you traipsed through a wilderness of worms and fog remembering that I waited for you excited, feverish, ready to dog your footsteps nearer the little stream that hid our fish in the darkest pools swept on into a lake of lapis blue water that clogged trees roots and kept our little boat afloat splashed by wing, pushed by a breeze while we threw worms and shook the oars to waken fish that were too sly to jump our nets and climb on board. Jane Stuart |