The angler's new catch....
Stress left ashore, the angler plummetshis line in what is visible -water
that stirs and makes
space where waist-deep stands he
eyes vigilant on the sinker
to ferret out
what is bred and fed by the unseen
but his body-mind anchors
in the invisible
where an entire life could be
compressed into a few hours-
turning
his back into himself from land-water bound
experience, going
in deeper immersion within
as a form of meditation, perceiving
time
in its entirety-the present is always
temporary. Fishing over, he is home-
his creel brimful
not with fin folks, but with his new catch-
a calm mind.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2024-04-15 at 11:39
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