Sorting Out

should I ever need to make sense of all this

I’ll go and talk to him

travelling light with only rod reel and net,

I’ll ask his advice

between each cast mending the line with

a deft flick of the wrist as the fly begins to skate,

I’ll listen studiously to his opinion as I choose

between a hare’s ear, a tupps or a grey duster,

I’ll sense his approval as the rod tip nods

with the first knock of the morning rise,

but more importantly

for those dark, blank days when I perhaps

feel that I should have stayed at home in bed

he’ll lift my chin up with that calloused

hand of his and bid me to be calm and

notice the beauty set around me

Published by grahamrsherwood