The pond has a flat affect, brackish
and unresponsive to any breeze
trying to riffle it.
Black Angus cattle nearby crop grass,
working hard to arrive fat
at the meat packer.
I feel compelled to say something wise
that ten-year-old standing there
in grandfather’s pasture, alone
with a line dead in the water…
Chew the time you have thoroughly
and remember: there’s never a nibble
until there is one.
© Don Thompson
Don Thompson has been publishing poetry since the early 1960’s, including a half dozen books and chapbooks in this century. A 2010 Los Angeles Times profile, “Planted in the San Joaquin,” remains available online.