reeled in

standing on the shore line with an old cane pole in hand, she slings the line towards the still water with one thing on her mind. she knows there is something out there. she dreams about what it may look like, what the color it will be and the size. the non expecting swimmer snags the hook with her leg. she wasn't asking to be caught, thought she was fine just doing her thing. she is now being reeled into something far beyond her dreams.

so happy being able to serve. very happy with what little i can do. i now am the one standing on the bank with my warped pole and rusty hook. dreaming myself of something bigger than me. i wait for the tug of the line and a snag of the hook.