fishing

after packing
a lunch, and drinks,
and driving to
the river
you go fishing
with your son. sliding
the worm onto
the hook. helping him
hold the rod,
casting out
with his hands
and yours
at the bottom.
the worm and hook
and weight plunks
out into
the still water,
rippling in circles
as the lead sinker
sinks. and he turns
to you, out in
the middle of nowhere
and says, dad,
i need to go to
the bathroom. now.
like really bad.