The Ice Fisherman

I haven’t written anything for awhile but this poem was inspired by a good friend who keeps me enthralled with his stories.

Photo by Daryl Carlson

Ice FishingIce Fisherman

Dawn or dusk
Early morning or late at night
Walking through the woods
Your weight on the ice
Managing five rods at once
Five buckets upright


The music of the wind blowing across the ice between the lines
The cold of the dawn
The tranquility of the rising sun
The tension of the line


A fish grabs the bait
Breathing through its gills
Soft pull on the lure
Line can’t scrape against the edge of the ice
Or it might snap

Walleye, Blue Gill, whatever
Good catch

Time for relaxation
Time for equanimity
Time for life

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