At the grassy margins of the marsh,
The reflections held the child’s gaze.
He opened his eyes,
To the vastness of the marsh,
And the watershed beyond it.
As sunset touched the distant trees,
His father said, "Anything could bite."
The water deepened to purple and green,
And stillness held a thousand reflections
In which the child was almost lost.
With reeds swaying in every direction,
The marsh began to seethe with sound.
Before nightfall, his father warned,
It would soon be time to wrap it up,
Watching his son with a smile,
As the child cast his line
Into the unknown, for the first time.