Fishermen know how to wait,
they finger grubs or boilees as bait,
in silent deliberation, onto sharp hooks,
and nudge cylinders and beads, heavy,
for weights, to release their lines
to the seeming emptiness of dark tributaries.
Fishermen know how to sit
with uncertainty, their watch both gentle
and precise on reel and float, at one
with the possibility of long inaction and
distant action in the hush of the remote
and changeling weather.
Fishermen know how to be still,
to not rush, to fix their thoughts
to one care or none, to let a river reveal
what gifts it will deliver,
this is the patience of a water-gazer.
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