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Saturday, August 30, 2014

Swimmingly Good

In the early hours I stand in solitude, but I'm not alone;
as the silence calls me nature presents itself as an offering
and I cannot resist as I ready my rod and reel with a reply.

With deftly skill and weathered hands I aim my line with
hope and intention that excites and relaxes me at the same time
knowing regardless the outcome I have become one with nature.

The salt sea air rushes through my nasal cavity and the wind
gently laps my face as I stare intently on my line as I put my
forefinger on the line to make sure I feel every nuance in the water.

Suddenly the line becomes taunt and I reply with a swift motion
now in battle with an unseen creature but by it's pull and reaction
can tell I have a fish that I will treasure on my pallet and in my gullet.

The battle doesn't last long as I manipulate it closer and closer to me
landing the fish that I will savor later tonight with it's succulent flesh
in butter, garlic, olive oil, and lemon, paired with a nice white wine.

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