Sojourning
Once upon a tepid tide,
An angler tread the local sole;
Meandering a path of highish soil
Towards his hidden spring-fed hole.
Around him on this inter~way,
Spoonbills pasture in needle brush;
While at the fringe of watery spray
Sat rock louse, snails, and an hermit thrush
Passing through some water sedge
The angler trekked a porous ledge;
Hollow bellows blew below
Critters scatter the undertow,
Squinting with the gleaming sky
He felt the tide’s daytime high.
For the moment, they’re here somewhere
Awaiting change of current affair.
A surfeit of fluid held in relay
About to flow, naturally away
Towards a place that need it more
There upon a distant shore
Limestones unveiled, the table lowers
Revealing a holey gathering place
In a chorus of flavor and grace
Inextricably including all the others
Mud minnows and mollies follow fluxation
Gators afloat with hungry anticipation
All the while, he wades concurrently
Living inside water’s density
Tempted by some fellow mates
Crabs, terns, croakers, and even skates.
A snook swims in, to his cistern;
And at that days’ highest noon
Hiding his shadow, he makes a move
A weir was crossing that one’s path
Strewn of reeds, cattails, and cordgrass
The wet, it leaves a chilly breath
Along the breadth of restless calves.
The angler struggles to silent the fish
Soon to become the days’ main dish.
After the tussle with food in hand
He travels up to dryish land
Finding a perch near a prickly pear,
He feels a sense of compersion.
His route back home ever more straight
As islands grow into mighty landscape;
Algae, shrimps, ospreys, and all
In and around these hallowed halls.
Our angler.
Invariably flowing,
Forms forever going
And coming; without definitively knowing
Where the current begins and ends
Returning to this place of start
A seed was planted in his heart
That came to him out of the blue
A bleeding shame no person knew
The true fluid origins
Of me and of you.
