a boat drifts
across the bay of memories
propelled as if by the whim
of the wind.
rudder and oars have long
disappeared.
the pole with the invisible
line is trolling
the rippling currents
of the past.
the silver fish
the rainbow fish
swallows the irresistible
hook & leaps
into the unimaginable
possibility of atmospheric
air.
by the dazzling light
of the intentional
sun & the loving
will of the watchful
clouds––
the fisherman kneels
& prays.
an omen of beauty
is an endless
blessing––
the dream,
wider than the horizon,
goes on
forever.