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.
