still free

in any weather
he'd be standing
at the rivers edge
hip boots
on, his line
slung out
into the blue
flat river.
hours on hours,
he'd fish.
no music, no friend
along
for company.
just the ease
of water
against his body,
the sound
of birds, of
fish in the distance
jumping
in small splashes,
still free,
as he was.