Fishing (with no hook on my line)

I sit alone

and think on things

that need to be thought about;

and then my mind wanders

like a thirsty animal seeking moisture in a drought;

I have no worms to put upon my hook,

and look! I have no hook,

upon my line.

That’s fine, as I have no desire

to catch a fish,

to end a life,

to have my picture taken

with one who didn’t get away.

I think upon all manner of things,

as I sit alone and don’t catch

a single fish all day.