We Go Fishing
The world was still asleep when you
traipsed through a wilderness of worms and fog
remembering that I waited for you
excited, feverish, ready to dog
your footsteps nearer the little stream
that hid our fish in the darkest pools
swept on into a lake of lapis blue
water that clogged trees roots
and kept our little boat afloat
splashed by wing, pushed by a breeze
while we threw worms and shook the oars
to waken fish that were too sly
to jump our nets and climb on board.

Jane Stuart