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

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


Megan Willome said...

The cypress trees are so pretty in that photo.

Diana said...

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.