FALL 2013 (Issue 80)
 

Charles Wyatt

Unnatural Fisherman

The otter, the cormorant, the bittern, the osprey, the sea-gull, the heron, the king-fisher, the gorara, the puet, the swan, goose, ducks, and the crabber, which some call the water-rat. . . Isaak Walton

Upon the death of fish depend these occupations,
beneath the surface swallow skimmed and light reflected.
Instead of the clouds we see streaked there,
we watch, blooms of mud, eyes without shutters.

A hook jiggers by, quaint question mark, we watch,
shadow of wings, the ones that fold, the ones deployed,
chattering wide and narrow, never still, pages turning,
we watch, the cold mud our shelter, our moon.

That stalk has claws, the water-rat weaves contrails,
ducks, our cherubim, are painted on the air, the otter lazes.
On our pillow, ourselves – so many minnows minnowing
and grains of sand, our spirit stays, ourselves depart.