Bull Frogs Croon: i. Night Fishing - Aoife O'Donovan, Jeremy Kittel

The water is a glaze

Like loneliness at ease with itself

I cast and close my eyes for the whir out across the water

The line striking the surface

And sinking

I like waiting

For it to settle on the bottom

Then I jig it up a little

I imagine

The lure in utter dark

I play it lightly.

Fish rise

Just shy of the surface

They play their glints

Off the moon on the water

I see too my own loneliness

It’s not too big

And it breathes easily

Soon, it may pretend it’s rain

Soon, it may pretend it’s rain

Rain blurs the water

There is nothing wrong

With rain

I take a deep breath and I cast

And cast