podcast poem

(Gone Fishing) By: Paul Berube

Rays from the morning sun
cast their gentle warmth
showing all the beauty and
splendor of a new day.

The cerulean sky reflects
a mirror image of tranquility.
Peace and quiet are lovers.
Even the fish have gone fishing...

An eagle soars high over the lake
with majestic grace and purpose.
A small garden snake slithers
into a hollowed out log.

My white and red bobbin floats
on the surface ready to warn
of any subsurface activity.
Time and results, not important.

Getting lost in moments as these
makes life worthwhile. We live
for today. Yesterday is a memory
and tomorrow a dream.