Hooks

Hooks

Darkness had not finished with the air.
Cool, it filled our excited lungs as we ran
to the dam. The hum of pent-up power.

Before the floodgates open, all is laid bare.
What was covered, snagged. Revealed.
Hurry, someone woke earlier. See?

Like gulls, we ignore last night’s shoreline
and skip to the treasures. Everywhere.
Each rock seeming to yield shiny tackle.

Laughing, we know that we will catch fish
with these. Look at this new one, David.
The guy probably cast it only once or twice.

Only Jesus could have walked here last night
as the mosquitoes ate us. And we reeled.
With a divine ease now, we free the hooks.

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