fishing the river is for old men,
solitary figures who saw their original sin
and now see darkness closing in
for old men, who watch
the leaves pass on soft singing waters
to them, it matters not if they make it to the black sea,
tarry a while on a quiet bank,
or sink into the silt
for old men, who dream while awake
whose eyes no longer flutter but squint
in the sun’s naked white journey
from shore to shore
when their line becomes taut, they know now
a slow dance will ensue, not a battle in a war
they once felt compelled to fight--raging, raging against the night,
for the fish and fisherman know,
when the conversation ends, the line
will again be loose, drifting on currents,
bound for the certainty
of uncertainty
fishing the river is for old men
I am haunted by waters
** I am haunted by waters is the last line from Norman Maclean's story, A River Runs Through It, and the movie of the same title.
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 1:26 AM UTC
fishing the river is for old men,
solitary figures who saw their original sin
and now see darkness closing in
for old men, who watch
the leaves pass on soft singing waters
to them, it matters not if they make it to the black sea,
tarry a while on a quiet bank,
or sink into the silt
for old men, who dream while awake
whose eyes no longer flutter but squint
in the sun’s naked white journey
from shore to shore
when their line becomes taut, they know now
a slow dance will ensue, not a battle in a war
they once felt compelled to fight--raging, raging against the night,
for the fish and fisherman know,
when the conversation ends, the line
will again be loose, drifting on currents,
bound for the certainty
of uncertainty
fishing the river is for old men
I am haunted by waters
** I am haunted by waters is the last line from Norman Maclean's story, A River Runs Through It, and the movie of the same title.
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