Thinking Fishing

today the man’s mind follows
the cormorant, liquid quick
silver black slick as fish
it jabs after under
water, twists after glimmers
bubbles slipstream slimmer
bodies blurring deeper down

eddies whirling deeper down
sound dimmer in the river’s
hardly traveled darker ways

in the under current
two things insistent
tug at thought: one
from a long way off,
echoes of a distant voice
volume of a giant
vast unfathomed bell
ringing in the gloom
a summons to a further room

the other nearer
murkier, more perilous
affluent with sediment
world-weary, rot-rich, reaching,
beseeching all things to stop and rest
as it sinks exhausted
to a blind and fevered bed.


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