Bull Frogs Croon: i. Night Fishing

The water is a glaze
Like a loneliness at ease with itself
I cast and close my eyes for the wool out across the water
The line striking the surface 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 like the little fish rise just shy of the surface
They play their glints off the moon on the water
I see to 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