Fishing

Years without
I had to do it on my own
In my way
At my time
Where I wanted

I bought a pole
Some line and tackle
A book
I went

The joy
Of sitting in nature
A pole in my hands
Maybe a fish would bite
Maybe he would swim by
But solitude
Smiles
My way

The joy of fishing is
Simply being outdoors

But now
I read books
Buy good baits
Better tackle
Ask advice
Look for signs

I went to catch fish
Bass, trout, perch
I love to feel
Their strength
Their life
The energy of fight

The hit, swim, struggle
I see the beauty
Slim, sleek lines
I put it back
To fight again

Smiles bellow from me
This is simple happiness
I sit with a pole
Sometimes alone
Sometimes a friend
But no longer without.