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TITLE: River's Edge By Patrick McClure 03/18/06 |
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I came and sat by the river’s edge for years
Because they made me
Bussed in and bored stiff
We’d sit to watch them fish for hours
As they cast in, catch and reel
Toss the fish to us like Pike’s Place Market
As the majority sat in back, unattached
The same kids caught all the fish it seemed
And they have for centuries, no difference
Til this one
This one guy
He seemed surprised
To watch them toss
And he called me up
Handed me the rod
Placed my hands in position
Practiced the conditions and stepped back
I stood racked with fear
My peers looking on in anticipation
But I cast in
Shaking a bit then relaxing
Feeling the line sway with the waves through my hands
And then it happened
Snap, it bit and I jerked back
My eyes met his for help
But he remained, unfazed
It was up to me he said
You must see success
And feel what it’s like to catch your own fish
To face your own fears
Of engagement
Of enlightenment
Of not seeing the fish tossed to the kids in front
But instead standing like a god
On the river’s edge
Holding that fish up high above your head
Classmates clapping
My heart slapping the insides of my chest
As I sit down to rest and
Watch the rest stand up to grab poles
From this man who wants us to cast our own lines
And catch our own fish, for a lifetime
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