Up at 6

Grab some toast

And coffee.

Head for the river –

Line tangled

Set it right;

Keep at it.

A long cast

Catches a tree.

Cold, tired

Call it a morning.

Trudge by a field,

Mountains in the distance.

Has the river rejected me?

Wait.

Two birds fly by in tandem.

Is that a chevron I see on them?

I’ll be back.

May, 2018