I TRUELY LOVE MY FISHING

Sitting alone in a quiet spot fishing
A meditation all upon its own
Listening to the sounds of nature
The mobile in a draw in my home

Early in the morning or late night
Upon the turning of the ocean tide
Line in the water just in case
I might hook something of pride

Seems of late the best of conversations
I have is talking to myself of late true
Everybody talks some English if want to
English one of languages here of a few

But getting away on my own for awhile
Has me not have to deal with religion
And their concentrationg on its fantasy
Just being alone awhile as if a pigeon

One in the Philippines can be among many
And still feel it seems so very much alone
Not a lot here know or trust anyone at all
Except those they have within their home

Seems so many being a walking contradiction
Partly truth and as well partly fiction
Which is more often ever at best so confusing
And courses a lot of un=needed daily friction

Thus I spend much of my time at home alone
And when can and if fishing I love to go
Away from hard to understand attitudes that be
And some peace of mind hopefully to know

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018