Regarding small things of pleasure


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As we round the corner of the last weekend in July and head straight into early days of August, one thing I notice is how much sunlight we get this time of year. In my neighborhood the days start early with songbirds greeting the light, and the golden quality of the light makes me think ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.

Soon enough we’ll be having shorter-shorter-shorter days and then there will be darkness at five pm. Then it will be time to curl up with a hot drink and a warm book and read!

Which is its own small pleasure.

Here’s a short poem from my recent work. I hope you’ll find something to enjoy in it!

The thing you notice last

The thing you notice last
are the hands.
Thick fingers but not ungraceful.
The hands of a fisherman
must be adept to the tasks of fishing,
the tying of lines both large and small,
the propelling of oar through water with
or against the current.
The deft handling of a slip-muscled fish
not wishing to be caught.
Hands, whose fingers mimic
the sharp talons of the river bird – eagle, hawk, osprey –
gripping and prying.
Winding line and fileting flesh.

When you ask what’s the best way to catch river fish,
in your young person’s untried voice,
the answer comes:
Don’t be afraid to go into the deep. The shallows are no good.

Away you go, and only later
you understand this as a commentary on life.

Happy writing!

6 thoughts on “Regarding small things of pleasure

  1. Isn’t it something how the change in seasons change us too. We are learning to enjoy the shortness of days in that we, like you, curl up and catch up on those books and ideas that we feel guilty doing when the sun is shining and light till late. GREAT POEM. You so well brought attention to what life is.

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    1. Oh, thank you, Tom & Audrey, and I love that you curl up with a book when it’s still light out. I’m so glad you enjoyed the poem. It was a nice reflection on the wisdom of working with one’s hands, I think. Hope all is well!

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