I'm not a fisherman. My hands
never smelled of ponds,
never glinted with the odd scale
stuck from a fast knife-scrape.
I was a fool with hooks,
never found a decent balance
in a rocked boat's belly,
fell and knocked the oars askew.
My crude, left-handed casts
left bobbers in bushes,
wrapped line in tree-limbs,
flung worms to owls.
"It's not everything, fishing.
You'll be good at something."
The boats sit on the water
like.... boats on the water.
never smelled of ponds,
never glinted with the odd scale
stuck from a fast knife-scrape.
I was a fool with hooks,
never found a decent balance
in a rocked boat's belly,
fell and knocked the oars askew.
My crude, left-handed casts
left bobbers in bushes,
wrapped line in tree-limbs,
flung worms to owls.
"It's not everything, fishing.
You'll be good at something."
The boats sit on the water
like.... boats on the water.
