caught

in the timber way up north
a cabin by a cool, deep lake
alert and watchful here I lay
always tossing wide awake

fish swim deep in cooling fathoms
waiting to get  teased then caught
like an unrequited lover
feeling all that love has wrought

walking in the early morning
crunching feet on fallen cones
reminiscing, always remembering
the years of what is sharply honed

coming to that still sweet spot
where passion was once sweetly born
was it only yesterday
where now the weeds have overgrown
 
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License