Fisher of the Dark

I throw a line
into the dark,
the only bait
hunger and a sense
of what lies waiting
in the last hours of night.
There are tugs on the line,
then a bite, a face
from the dreamtime,
something to satisfy
the soul’s craving.
I pull you in,
remembering how
we fought and danced
across the time
we were given.
I once passed you
in a doorway, glad
to be unrecognized.
Felt you behind me
in a crowded room,
angling for contact
while I was sure
to look away.
But now
in the dark morning
there’s no escape
from the unerring fisher,
so I look and hold
your pulsing body,
remember and let
there be this knowing
before releasing you
back into the eternal.

 

 


 


11 Responses to “Fisher of the Dark”

  1. You spoke to this fisherwoman’s heart with this one!
    FISH ON!!!!

  2. Ravenstalk says:

    ~ Thank You ~ 💫💛💫 ~

  3. Rose says:

    Wonderful, perfect for this time of year.

    Thank you!

  4. Maria Frid says:

    ……….and there is a glorious sensation in the release! Thank you, Don!

  5. Veronica Lim says:

    I find this quite profound, Don. I am drawn into the depth of it.
    Thank you. Ronnie

  6. Edward Haimes says:

    Hi Don,
    I am just coming home from a Christmas party, hosted by a couple who live on the mountain where I live. What stands out to me as I convey to you what my experience was in the midst of friends is the quality of giving and love that I felt being in their company. Each one is charismatic in their world, and we get to share that quality of spirit with each other.
    What beautiful moments for me to hear their life stories. Don, I love this connection with you and the many more who share this site. Happy Holidays. Ed

  7. This is a very intense poem, almost surreal….

  8. Sandy Jensen says:

    Jeez, Don, that is seriously intense dream poem moving in and out of time and memory…

  9. Tony Palombo says:

    I love where you live, Don. Thank you for sharing your gift in poetry.

  10. sigridh kiersch says:

    I’ve read this numerous times now and feel that I’ve somehow woven myself into the poem, no longer standing on the outside of it…

  11. David Barnes says:

    Great poem! Fulfillment, ecstasy even, awaits on the end of a line that is prepared, stretched taut in the river of sacred dark. Thanks Don.

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