“Just Sit Right Back and Hear a Tale” or “The Ones that Got Away”

“Just Sit Right Back and Hear a Tale” or,
 “The Ones that Got Away”

In liquid light and mid-day hush,

Day-lilies softly pray.

Amid the rushes that sway and dance,

My thoughts just drift away.

I flick my fly into the stream,

Floating above the deep,

My mind’s hook drifts down through the waves,

Where notions begin to seep.

A little fish like poem swims,

Pearlescent in my mind,

In the inky-cursive-eddy flow,

Beneath my braided line.

Reflect on words, scale, fin and verse;

Where in the flow of thought,

A wondrous shiny creature hides,

Avoiding being caught.

In a dance of catch and release,

With lines of verse and fishes,

Each stanza, a deep and peaceful place,

Where freely swim my wishes.

In the alluring late day sun,

Dragon flies swoop and play.

I gather up my daily catch,

And turn to walk away.

Author: Brian Abbott
On OMPJ 

Photo Credit: Sergio Cerrato - Italia from Pixabay