The sky reaches down<\/p>\n\n\n\n
with foggy fingers<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to touch the water,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
brandishing gentle intention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your line flies, sings,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
disappears over the edge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You seem unworried—<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I lean over,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
gaze into the emptiness<\/p>\n\n\n\n
where shapes swim<\/p>\n\n\n\n
in my vision, beyond<\/p>\n\n\n\n
my metaphorical reach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wonder how<\/p>\n\n\n\n
you’ll even manage<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to catch one of these<\/p>\n\n\n\n
silver darts,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
just how you’ll go<\/p>\n\n\n\n
about this liminal life<\/p>\n\n\n\n
at the proverbial end<\/p>\n\n\n\n
of the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But, as if we have<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a telepathic link,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
you mumble something<\/p>\n\n\n\n
about bait and hooks,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
patience and knowledge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What exactly do you expect<\/p>\n\n\n\n
me to do here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jump?<\/p>\n\n\n\n