I wake up early to drop fishline into the pool of meaning:
The morning silence
Envelops me in the unreal bubble of solitude.
Or I fish a piece of paper and pencil stub from my pocket
While riding a bus
Or listening to music
Or sometimes while people are telling me Important Things
(They think I'm taking notes and are flattered.)
Before I go to sleep each night,
I call up the best visual image of the day,
Both for the pleasure of re-experience
And as a lure for my dream fish,
To see if a bite will come
And I'll wake up with God on my line.
(San Geronimo, CA: August 1996)
From Pit/Stops: Transformation Press, 1999