you put your toes in brackish water
only to be met with a spiny chill
welcome respite from the hazing sun
here, where the bending grass rests
afar from the world and its cares
your worm wriggles, restlessly
on the barb and sinks slowly in
those same, dark waters.
fish are a quiet kind
not so easily caught.
you have to court them
with line and water,
and, if you’re lucky,
well, it could change everything.