11 September 2016



                                                       rising 

                                                after many years
                                   i’ve just been re-reading 
                     richard brautigan’s  “trout fishing in america
                             it was a favourite backalong
                                                and 
                            made me smile on reacquaintance
                                     the first thing to say is
                              it’s not really about trout fishing
               it’s the musings of a wry and active imagination

                        when i was in my late teens or early twenties 
                                       my father came to stay
                                         this was before he died
                                       it’s important to note this
                                                        as
                           he has visited many time since his demise

                                                getting ready for bed
                                he scanned the bookshelves 
                                                         and
                                      this title caught his eye
                                    a fisherman all his life
                       he figured he’d caught a good one
                      i had to explain that it wasn’t what it seemed
                                         (like so many things)
                                          he took it anyway
                            away up the wooden hill…
                                      at breakfast
               he never told me if  the book had aided sleep
                                            or
                helped him understand his wayward son
            just munched his cereal and started a new day

                                   so
                        there you have it
         i set out to recapture  old words
                     cast out some ideas
                              and
                     landed my dad

        time to dust off more old lines
                      who else will rise
       kiss the surface and bid me well
                     leaving ripple
                      after ripple
                         after…


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