The Friendly Fisherman


You trolled towards shore
yanking me into the boat.
Your baited sweetness
made me leap.

You don't play like sportsmen.
You are brisk and purposeful.
I lie here content, trusting,
basking on deck.

So long, mysterious depths!
Murkiness subsides;
I flop towards this present
sunned by familiarity

Soon I'll die; we know that.
My skin will dry and flake.
Now, I'm gasping for minutes
built from every second.