A Moment with A Naiad

A fishing pole propels, and casts out its line.

After the introductory lob

All the thoughts, gently, bob;

Attempting to catch a trophy, within the brine.

Together, the company is, fixated on the murky beyond;

Together, their craft softly rocks upon the surface of the pond.

Each shipmate formulates their own ideas of what lies under;

Each perspective treasure, and every potentially plunder.

Some are dreaming of objects glistening, and gleaming –

Other of items immaterial, things incalculable, and ethereal –

A few believe the reward is: in the companionship, and accord.

Most of the attention is focused on what might soon be caught,

Ignoring the value of what the experience has already wrought.

The distant sunshine, trapped for a time, suspended in the aqueous glass.

The swaying whispers, of the ever-growing playful willows –

The air bellows, and blows with hints of what they`re saying;

The response to their jokes, from the chestnuts and oaks.

The calls, and clicks of insects; which tock and tick, like clocks.

The breeze rising and falling, along with the untamed poultry.

The slow sway, as they drift, along the day; with the way the boat rocks.

The collection of senses recorded, and sorted, from the sensations sundry.

The images opposite the mirror, overhead, which continue to pass.

All these natural gifts given, from the new-world, and new-age nymph.

Each present, she presents, in the present environment; each a sacred glyph.

The favors cause one to forget every other desire, and wish;

And cease the search for some future, yet caught, fish.

Composed By: A.D.