I Dream of Fishing

I could fish

I could find worms

Thread them on old hooks

Cast lines like halos over the water

I could fish

I could tie knots

Fasten red bobbers

See slim fish swimming my way

I could fish

I could pour coffee

Hold steam in my hand

Watch water breaking in circles

I could fish

I could scale them

Clean them for eating

Fry their silver sides crisp

I could fish

I could row far

Let the sun set red

Glide along with a fine wake

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Originally published in 2016

5 Comments on “I Dream of Fishing

  1. Memories of a lake, a leaky rowboat and nothing but fishing line. Somehow I caught a perch. I was amazed and proud. I’ve never fished since.

    • I love this poem. Actually, I lived it as a child on vacation at my grandparents cabin.

      • I wish I had a rowboat. My grandmother who was very short and very very round put on her big sun hat and rowed off in her rowboat – her cane pole hanging over the side every summer day.

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