A poem by one of my favorites. Billa Judson

Fishing

Standing on the shore I cast

Out among the reeds

Each cast out

Each draw back

I wonder if I might need a boat

To get to the place

A boat might help

Fool the fish to thinking

That what I have

Is what it is meant to be

I could move from one pool

To another always finding

Where the fish lie

Always catching

On a boat I sit casting

One side then the other

A boat I found

Or borrowed or rented

For the day to fish

Bringing it closer to the shore

Just close enough to be

Where I know the fish are

There in the reeds

As I drift I think if only

I could stay here in this spot

It would be easier I think

If the boat were fixed in one place

Like on an island

Or on the shore.