A Villanelle Written in Fishing Terms
Drifting lonely on the quiet seas,
I hope for your return to this loch,
but life is only catch-and-release.
Others, too, paddle to these
sighing waters. They cast their lot,
Drifting lonely on the quiet seas.
Some, mourning the long-deceased,
seek to bend the cosmic clocks,
but life is only catch-and-release.
I remember your white arm; we swam each
to our own green, mossy rock,
drifting lonely on the quiet seas.
And then, with sudden and with wordless ease,
you left me by my cheerless dock.
Life is only catch-and-release.
Still I circle without cease
these desolate, grey-naked rocks,
drifting lonely on the quiet seas,
but life is only catch-and-release.