a place within a space

Sometimes you just go out there because you need to feel the press of the river and the heat of the sun on your back.  It's a little early.  The iced up snake guides are a welcome annoyance.  The ache of the arthritis in the thumb joint is just a reminder that you're still here on this good earth and on the water again.  You'll take that over a slippery commute or changing out a dead battery under a subzero hood.  There's movement and the vault of the sky and birds active in the trees.  It's what makes you and shapes meaning and purpose.  You'll take it because its what you do.

place within a space

is made of

unseen physics,

universal mechanics of

gravity, fluid dynamics

incline and pull

flow, swirl, friction,

mixing potential and hope

evidence that in all piscatorial endeavors

a spot in a spot

is a sure thing

that drifts through the present,

connects belonging

and place with the past

but a place within a space,

seems of probability,

drawn expectation from a seam

the real of seduction

a reasonable bet

lured into the temptation of reliability

mesmerizing fascination

exploits a possibility of promise

in defiance of those actions

that would be reasonable

even in the grip of obsession,

the warmth of truck heater

standing next to a fire

holding hot coffee in a tin cup

to thaw gnarled fingers from a frozen fist,

ice bricks back into feet

not to quit

when the rain

has pounded the river flat

a place within a space,

where a flash of scale

under the muscular press

and lacey flow

where all things stem

   where all things are

      made of this place





Keep a tight line and an open mind!