the fishermen

these fishermen,
have found meaning.
their rods and reels, their
buckets,
the tackle boxes full
of shiny lures,
sharp hooks, and lead
weights.
they have found a way to
lose themselves
in something.
patient on the water,
waiting for the unseen
to be seen
and felt in the pull
of line.
all else is gone,
there is just this.
this moment, no tomorrow
or yesterday
to dwell upon.