As If You Never Fished

As If You Never Fished

My initial fascination may have had to do with the fact that you were fishing.
And alone. I was not even sure that any female ever fished, unaccompanied.
Crouching in the honeysuckle two minutes without breath, you caught one.
It flapped on the bank. And you, seemingly horrified with this, I emerged.

In retrospect, I wish I had arrived on the scene while you were yet casting.
As it was, I came forth to offer my services in the matter of hook removal.
Your eyes told me that before snagging a lip, you did not envision success.
No idea that every fish fried and eaten, is also one removed from it's safety.

Amazing how, before we knew each other's names, you stripped me naked.
Me, equally violent. The gasping gills at our side, nearing the river's edge.
No words spoken. Fishlike. Captured. Perhaps -- we would never eat again.
Quarry flapping twice, toward the water. Re-entering. As if you never fished. 

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Talk

Talk

Prairie-born, I admit that an ocean has the better horizon.
A world where everything is lower than the surface.
Theory says we crawled out from there, and [I extrapolate]
felt the need to talk.
Any audiologist worth his ear buds will tell you.
Sound travels better through air than water.
This is why we got out in the first place -- naked, shivering.

Thing is, things got regional real fast. Legs meant boundaries.
Same species, face-to-face in an airport now, unable to chat.
Wars erupt over it. The differences. Oh, the talk. The rhetoric.
The irony.
The very thing that spells our best advances, killing us outright.
A new theory afloat -- that the wisest among us are silent
-- still swimming.

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The Word Hello

The Word Hello

The first instance of it interests me a bit, a lot.
Surely the advent of the telephone augmented its use.
You can't see the person, and have to say something.
Rewind the tape -- Is there a need for this greeting?
My answer is yes, in whatever form it is manifested.

The rubbing of tricep upon tricep. Some sort of grunt.
A mutual shin kick when the beast is downed by a duo.
Prior to all language, an acknowledging - two are better.
Communication turning on the happenstance of vision.
Only in seeing others did we become individuals.

We, the humans. Some animals do have better sight.
But none have an appropriate response, phone ringing.
Interesting that we now say it most often to the invisible.
Even as I have relayed these thoughts to you, unseen.
The word hello -- evolved to a present state of incognito. 

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