Blazing sunlight, yellow and warm,
shown down behind a gray cumulonimbus,
creaking wet floorboards on the dock,
announced my every step.

Black and silver rod and reel
with green fluorescent line through its guides,
and squirming cricket now on the hook
cast and marked on the surface,
by an orange and white bobber, with a red stop.

Bouncing in the slow rolling waves
made by a just detectable west breeze,
on it the smell of hot dogs on the grill,
from down the cove.

Tranquil and mesmerized
by the hypnotic sights and smells,
suddenly the cork is ****** under,
surprised I nearly forget to set the hook.

Reeling now, as senses return,
a brief fight yields a black and silver
spotted Crappie, it joins others from yesterday,
in the wire fish basket.