Bull Frogs Croon: I. Night Fishing

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 I 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
Soon, it may pretend it's rain

Rain blurs the water
There is nothing wrong
With rain
I take a deep breath and I cast
And cast