Produced by Dennis Camire
This week’s poem is by David Stankiewicz, whose most recent book is “My First Beatrice,” published by Moon Pie Press.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Fisherman
By David Stankiewicz
Lying still on the dock,
his face
so close to the surface
he looks right through
his own reflection,
the boy
drops bits of broken bread
I can still see
descending,
disintegrating
down the years.
Those bluegills
and pumpkinseeds,
drawn into
his small circle
of influence,
were eager as he
in their hunger
yet wary, elusive
if you twitched the net
too soon
or otherwise troubled
the waters.
Oh but
he was clever,
attentive
to that sudden,
bidden moment
when mastery and luck
marry in the thrust
to raise
the bright, throbbing thing
up
from murk and mystery,
straight up
into air.
Dennis Camire can be reached at dcamire@cmcc.edu
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