Water ripples upon sun baked rocks
glints of morning light play music
the eyes of summertime.
If my line can land just beyond
above the current a soft settle
might then I borrow from the pools
a master swimmer lights my reel.
A fisherman’s catch not a single appeal,
those small boulders like fat circles
tease the walker stepping shallow
toward some distant pool.
The silence in the mind
serene is a sweet mystique
while River water flows past
I will imagine the beauty of
a soft sensuality a spiritual
moment where lives are set free.
©️Thom Amundsen 5/2021