A History of Slippery Fish

I am not much of a fisherman
but here I am with a bobbing line
to reel as quickly or slowly
as I please

I was not much of a runner
falling behind in the cool light
of a winter's moon in the rain
falling, falling all the way

I was not much of a dancer
not knowing it was over
before it started, lead flowers
falling with a clunk, leaving town

I was not much of a suiter
too slow to catch the racing
rabbit, La chasee to much
like dancing with reluctance

I am not much of a fisherman
but here I am with a bobbing line
to reel as quickly or slowly
as I please