Poem
Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 6:24 am
Night Fishing
by Peter Sears
The water is a glaze like loneliness at ease
with itself I cast and close my eyes for the whir
out across the water, the line striking the surface
and sinking. I like waiting for it to settle on the bottom,
then jig it up a little. I imagine the lure in utter dark.
I play it lightly. Fish rise. Just shy of the surface,
they play their glints off the moon on the water.
I see too my own loneliness. It's not too big
and it breathes easily. Soon, it may pretend it's rain.
Rain blurs the water. There is nothing wrong.
with rain. I take a deep breath and cast and cast.
"Night Fishing" by Peter Sears, from Small Talk. © Lynx House Press, 2014. Reprinted with permission.
by Peter Sears
The water is a glaze like loneliness at ease
with itself I cast and close my eyes for the whir
out across the water, the line striking the surface
and sinking. I like waiting for it to settle on the bottom,
then jig it up a little. I imagine the lure in utter dark.
I play it lightly. Fish rise. Just shy of the surface,
they play their glints off the moon on the water.
I see too my own loneliness. It's not too big
and it breathes easily. Soon, it may pretend it's rain.
Rain blurs the water. There is nothing wrong.
with rain. I take a deep breath and cast and cast.
"Night Fishing" by Peter Sears, from Small Talk. © Lynx House Press, 2014. Reprinted with permission.