When I Go Fishing Poem by RIC BASTASA

when i go fishing
i am always reminded
of the fish in the pond
and the hook, line
and sinker

the bait is this worm
this shrimp
and objective is always
the fish

in there
one drinks so much silence
by the pond
i see the ripples
i see the shadows of fins
i drink so much silence
i fathom so much depth

i might have missed the elusive fish
losing my worm and my shrimp

what i bring home is this inner peace
and so i never mind the shadows of the fins