Fishing

By John Stupp

This is
a South Carolina
evening perfect as usual
but I haven’t caught anything
sunset blue sky cool breeze
and there’s a lot going on underwater
I’m told—
the sea is running with fish
from horizon to horizon
practicing
for paradise when nobody’s looking—
all around me
sandpipers
plovers
and red-billed
oystercatchers
are scribbling
good poems
over and over
in the sand—
more than will
ever be written
by me

Copyright Stupp 2016