Cast the line

A single fisherman

in a blue boat casts

the line, and casts

again. He’s told

to cast, and cast again.

He knows no fish

lurk in the water below;

still, he’s told to cast

his line, and cast again.

The blue boat drifts

slowly downstream,

the water polished

by the silent wind.

Wild turkeys fly

overhead.

Photograph: Sunday morning at Laity Lodge, near Kerrville, Texas. The view is from the lodge balcony