The First Catch
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| Photo by Ben Hendon for iStock |
THE FIRST CATCH
River, morning hush—
a line arcs
through breath and sunlight,
touches trembling water,
brushes stone.
Waiting is its own prayer.
Then—
Surprise becomes weight,
a silvery fish.
This is the beginning—
pulse,
real and freeing.
This is belonging.
This is grace.
This is true.
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This Quadrille (44 word poem) shared with those fly line folks over at DVerse Poets.
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This is grace, this is true, this is nice.
ReplyDeleteNice quadrille.
ReplyDeleteFeels like wonderful moving meditation.
ReplyDeleteThe opening stanza sets the scene beautifully, Chris, and you captured not only the arcing of the line but also the silvery fish. I love the phrase ‘surprise becomes weight’.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful quadrille.
ReplyDeleteI especially luv
"Waiting is its own prayer."
Much♡love
Chris - although I am not a fisher, I think you have captured the essence of fishing from what my husband tells me ❤️
ReplyDeleteChris, I love the quiet awe in “Waiting is its own prayer”—it seems to me to capture the whole spirit of the piece. There's something deeply grounding in the way you link presence with grace.
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
A beautiful way to begin the day ... the perfect way to begin a day! The image you chose is perfect, you quadrille lovely.
ReplyDeleteThere is something so very peaceful about fishing, but your poem goes to a deeper realm of purity, simplicity and spirituality. I especially love the phrase..."a line arcs
ReplyDeletethrough breath and sunlight".
~Mish
DeleteI love your poem, Chris! You took me back to the days when my dad would take my sister and me fishing out on the lake.
ReplyDeleteYvette M Calleiro :-)
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