The old fishermen who gather
on the docks in the
early morning bundled,
bent over, drawing
out line and outfitted
with plastic bags
and baseball caps

The sky
clouds
trees,
The water reminds us

there is more than
ourselves and that’s
why we need to be
here, not
for the fish.

Waitts Lake, Washington – photo by Loren Chasse

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