Fiddling with the fishing pole
Casting long and far
To catch the elusive fish
On a quiet summer afternoon
The sun is glistening off the water
Hat and sunglasses
Sunscreen too
Meditative in the serene
Quiet of nature’s beauty
Watching the squirrels
Scurrying is the tree
Birds chirping
We’re sitting quietly
Waiting for the fish to bite
Casting again
Expertise in the wrist
Don’t ask me to put a worm on the hook
I’ll let you do that.
I’ll just keep casting
~Divine