The fog seemed too
heavy to be real.
Entombed inside the
heavy grey veil of a
suffocating atmosphere.
Everything was muffled,
even my thoughts.
We slipped out onto
the water. Pontooning
into the heaviness of dawn.
Searching for panfish and
what else lies below.
Our eyes strained to
listen for oncoming boats.
Mysterious was the fog
as we crept across the
unbroken water.
To the side a bass rippled
the mirror of the pond.
Senses tingled as we
anchor off the sandbar.
Slip bobbers set to
nine feet below us.
Small jigs tipped with
some grubs and worms.
Floating on the surface,
unaware of what's below us.
Waiting is all we can do.
Everything is a mystery,
the dullness of the morning.
The fog has trapped
us, unable to lift.
The air and the water
cannot be divided.
Waiting is all we can do.
The End
I stand by my previous comment on your Forgotten post.. talent galore... spread some around man... don't hog it all for yourself! M Fedor
ReplyDeleteHey Mike!!! Thanks!! Though I'm not sure how much is talent and how much is just pure bullshit... I will keep on trying!!
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