Having known this dock since childhood
I know the first section is nearly infinite;
Fish after fish after star were born there
And my shadow grew out over the water.
I know the second section is truly infinite
Because we fished in the eye of the sun.
I know the oldest, infinitely infinite section,
Mid dock after the second oldest
Broke free in a storm and was re-attached,
Was like fishing in another dimension,
Existing between two places that can’t exist.

Fishing with my Father

I could fish for hours,
Lose myself in a marsh
Carried by giant carp,
A dragonfly hook its shadow on my eye
And guide me back to my surprised self.

Fishing in silence beside my father,
I would glance up at him,
Catching the fishes that got away,
Years there lost in him,
A sadness inseparable from living.

I caught once, his fish reflection,
Sinking below the surface.