I sit quietly in my
Boat, in a large
Lake, wrapped in my memories and
Dreams, I can’t even see the shore in the
Distance
All is calm, not a single
Disturbance
The water hardly making a noise as it
Hits the side of the raft

I cast out the line in to
The vest water
I watch it fall deep into
Water, wondering if it's hitting the
Bottom, or even if there is a end to it

Sometimes I catch a thought, other times I reel in
The line and there’s
Nothing

Depending on the day,
Sometimes I keep on throwing out the line, hoping to catch a idea, yet
The line keeps returning
With nothing-except the worm