Watching the fishermen:
the boys and their mother
catch 3 fish in one afternoon
within a space of 30 minutes
is enough to fill my heart.
I continue my walk,
a kayaker paddles his way in the river
another, older fisherman hides under a shade
and a fellow walker resting on a bench
while 3 ducks are inching their places on a concrete ground
I wave goodbye to a lone bird on top of electric wires.
I’m walking home.
At The River
The lines are cast
The fish are not biting
A fisherman wonders why
I don’t know
From a distance in the walking path
Two walkers are approaching
Ask them the question when they arrive.
The base of a tree is surrounded by stones
The other trees are not.
It’s winter even in a tiny vineyard
Meantime I’m walking back home
I’m thinking what I will have for lunch
Will xfinity know?
May be the path has more leaves now
Than when we passed by the day before
Your mind is somewhere else since your friend left
You are not paying attention.
But you still return to the river to fish.
Two young fishermen with new. rods
Eager to find answer to the test:
Do fish come with the tide?
You add and subtract words,
take away and add stories.
But what do you do with emotions,
real and imagined?
You ride a boat and go fishing
while your cousins play ball.
You play with a trout and the trout wins,
you return home for a blueberry pie.
Why should not life be thriving?
Note: A sunny day after days of rain. I’m trying to build my stamina.
we waited for fish,
got bored and left
Thursday was foggy,very cold, and drizzly. I wore with 3 layers of warm clothes: a turtle neck long sleeve shirt, a sweater and a vest. I also put on a baseball cap during my walk. One fisherman on the river left his fishing pole resting on a stand while he sat inside his car. The other fisherman was so engrossed with his cell phone that he had not even cast his line. He was even oblivious of a bird next to him, on his right side.
When I returned home the raindrops started to fall.
note: photos are taken using my cell phone.