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
with thankfulness—
that silence
might feed me.
Reading of “Dark Water Fishing” with music by Colter Wall
Don, nice. Thanks.
“…baiting my hook with thankfulness”
This is nice, Don. Be thankful prior to receiving.
Well, Don — The dark (albeit never stark) Silence of the Unknown invariably feeds me, when I’m fearlessly open to What’s Next! Therein, Ineffable Blessings Abound! Huzzah!