Dark Water Fishing
Light breaks on the sea as men fish the ebb. Boats drift backward on the tide’s pull while I hunt darker water, baiting my hook
May 31, 2026
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Light breaks on the sea as men fish the ebb. Boats drift backward on the tide’s pull while I hunt darker water, baiting my hook
Drawn by a timeless signal, I’m caught in a tide of soul-deep gravity. I leave the stone church for the temple of origin— surrendering prayer
Snow-laden mountains across the ebbing tide— a swollen moon floats in the sky. Soft purple camas wave and rise through spring grass, warm sunlight bathes
The dark tide surges shoreward, cresting white on crags of stone in night’s cold embrace. Stirred by the sea, my heart swells with the throbbing
Howling for justice while trampling hope, curses swell with fury under dark morning skies. On this day of choosing let the river of blessing flow