TODAY


I fish from the shore with the same sun
I’ve always carried on my shoulders,
the one that just today decided
to burn a hole in my notebook
while I drowsily waited for the bite.

So after day after day of looking across
and swearing that someday I would swim
the rapids, today I did it.

Once on the other side, in mud that crawls
up the ankles, I took a piss, picked out
a souvenir rock, and then headed home.