Sunday, December 9, 2012

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
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2 comments:

  1. Megan WillomeDecember 9, 2012 at 2:45 PM

    The cypress trees are so pretty in that photo.

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  2. DianaDecember 9, 2012 at 5:14 PM

    We all have to keep casting, don't we? This is lovely, Glynn. Thank you for both photo and poem. LOVE the red in the trees this time of year.

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