Gone Fishing
Sitting and fishing,
nobody bothers you much;
they figure you’re doing
something useful
not just watching
your line in the eddies
for twitches of hope
or wondering about lures
The water rolls by and
you will never see the
same waves again,
the stream bed and rocks
seem to stay where planted,
a kind of eternity,
but the current moves on
never the same from
second to second
Always fresh and new,
river renews this life
of ever present change
ready always for us,
we catch
or are caught
as the flow goes by
Short Bio– Poet Victoria Crawford shares words to remind of us grace in difficult times. She from California, but currently lives in Thailand where she is retired. She has previous published in journals such as The Time of Singing, The Lyric, Braided Way, The Heart of Flesh, and here in Parousia.
PAROUSIA Magazine 
Beautiful poem Victoria Crawford! Thanks for sharing!
Love the essence of the poem! Lovely lines…
“Always fresh and new,
river renews this life
of ever present change
ready always for us,
we catch
or are caught
as the flow goes by”
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