I love fishing hard
Through hours
Starting early
To see a whole tide
The casting into the wind
The two foot chop
The hard won fish
Today none came to hand but I saw a wall of fog come over me with the wind
And the mountains across the bay only showed themselves once the water had passed
The bite was sparse and cautious
Except the one who bit my lure clean off
And the second one who took the shiny shrimp
Walking back uphill, a mile or more
With a good friend to drive home with
And the promise of a warm shower
I love the overcast days
The grey of the sky and the grey of the sound
The beds of oysters
Cobbly stones
Trees in the water
Bowing to their fate
And washing out past the current like a river against the shore
The jingle of a dog's collar
The wet of my jacket
My fingers pruning up
My hat's brim blowing around
Then the slack came and the waves were lessened and there was one last bite before we were done
Windburnt and sore
The body feels the tired deep into the bones
The heat coming back from the shower
The heavy sleepiness comes with the warm air
The memory stays
The green mountains
The tall firs
The Kingfisher's chatter
The incoming tide
Until the dreams come....
title: Working Hard
date: February 6, 2014
Soul sucking work doesn't come from working hard.
It comes from working hard without hope of an end.
Not an end to work.
An end to arrive at.
Work is journey worship pilgrimage
and the pilgrim doesn't always know
what they will truly learn
until the journey has come to an end.
And learning can be hard...
title: Sleep
date: January 21st, 2014
I would sleep for our country in the olympics
and not just for the extra nap.
I would do it for for our country's glory
eschewing a sleeping cap.
I know my mind when it's had sleep
its edge sharp and bright
until I cut into my stress
then I want again to sleep at night
title: The Single Minded Focus
date: December 5th, 2013
It went away
I had to make friends with ambiguity
smell the roses and wait
The waiting is almost over now
and it came back yesterday
It crept in
I lost time and forgot it's tenacity
metal music marching along
The waiting is almost over now
and it came back
Now we are of one mind
title: Seattle
date: December 5th, 2013
Walking the hills of Seattle
many of the people are so much better dressed,
I feel like a country boy even though
I'm not.
Smelling the air from Puget Sound I remember
that Seattle was a country boy too.
All of these well dressed people
are as out of place as I am.
title: Fishing
date: December 1st, 2013
I went fishing with my Mom
because I learned to fish from her.
The rivers of Ohio with white bass and trout.
Yesterday the wind whipped around us,
but the rain held off.
Only a few bites and no fish to hand.
I asked her if she took me fishing
because she was worried about me.
She said, no, because you're the only
one crazy enough to fish with me on a day like this.
title: My Ax
date: November 28, 2013
A purpose of the ax, sliding against long sticks of cedar,
before making the fire, edge blunted that tasted concrete clumsiness.
Idle file in the toolbox knows steel and sharpness,
strongly grooved, confident.
Seldom they meet, until a bird needs readied for the table,
then compassion is in the sound of their embrace.
title: The House in Valley
date: November 27, 2013
I recall growing up and visiting the house in Valley.
Fields my Grandpa planted.
The crowing of chickens.
The sweet air far from town.
Walking with my Dad, tracking deer
through a fresh November snow.