CATCH OF THE DAY
While sitting by my stream of consciousness
and idly casting out a line to hook
a fleeting notion that might well express
a motive I’d not want to overlook,
I felt my reel unroll and pressed my thumb
to slow its motion till I’d fixed the hook
in my imagined fish, perhaps a chum,
a friendly notion not to overlook.
Then suddenly it breeched its watery bounds
and shaking shards of light it arced and fell,
an action that amazes and astounds
and bodes a poem’s going very well.
Last thing to do is land this latest catch
then add it to my ever-growing batch.