Fishing for Answers

Posted: October 5, 2022 in Poetry
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By David Allen

There’s a man I always see
standing at the end of the pier
when I take my lunch walk.
He holds a long pole
and occasionally casts
the line into the bay.
There's no bait on the hook.
The creel at his feet is empty.
Almost as empty as the look on his face.
His eyes are fixed on the horizon.

One day I asked him what
he hoped to catch.
Without a glance at me, 
he pulled his line out of the water 
and cast it back with a slight groan.
“I’m fishing for answers,” he said.
“I tried books, schools, the streets, 
and even turned to poetry.

I felt bad for interrupting his search.
But I had one more question.
“Answers to what?” I asked.
“Everything…nothing,” he said.
I walked on as he recast his line.
His search tormented me.
Was there really something there
in the cold, blue waters of life?
The answer to everything
and nothing? 

The answer hit me 
like a slap to the face.
The search is the answer.

I bought a fishing rod yesterday.
There’s plenty of room on the pier.
Care to join us?

  1. Donald Gallus DPC USNR Retired says:

    Very good one. Thanks.


  2. Ray says:

    David, I loved it. Now write some words for me on loving a woman and continually loving the same woman. An Okinawa’s woman is tough on you and always says “don’t tell me you love me, show me!” Why don’t you send me some of your stuff recorded – love to make a David’ Corner or Your titled program on my radio station. Best to you friend and that great looking woman you are shacked up with. PAX


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