I\u2019m going fishing.
\nTap into the topazes
\nand rainbows of the water.
\nBe still as a sapling,
\nplunge,
\nlike the root of all life,
\ninto the deep dream of the lake.
\nChallenge its aviary.
\nTempt with my lure
\neyes more open than mine.<\/p>\n
I have gone to the end of time,
\nlike another lure
\nbobbing on the surface of Andromeda,
\ncarrying a bag of sunlight,
\nthe captured dust of summer mornings.
\nWhose fish am I?
\nCaught in its dreams of vanished being.
\nWondering what it will catch.
\nWhat it will let go.
\nWhat it can imagine and put in a pouch.<\/p>\n
So I look at my pole,
\ngo back to my doze,
\ncalling out to the depths.
\nI wish to catch nothing and everything,
\nI\u2019ve gone fishing for the day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I\u2019m going fishing. Tap into the topazes and rainbows of the water. Be still as a sapling, plunge, like the root of all life, into…<\/p>\n