FISHING FOR DREAMS

I have my fishing pole

And my can of worms.

And I have my bare hands.

I'll do anything ot get them,

But they're always getting away from me.

Twisting, turning

Elusive, churning

Up the mud

So I can't see them

To seize them।

I'm trying to catch fish,

But they're slippery

Sliding right through my fingers.

I caught one one time.

It was shiny

So many different colors,

But it wriggled out of my grasp.

Jumped back into the water,

And then it disappeared

In a cloud of black.

So I couldn't see it

To seize it,

And I knew it wouldn't come back.

(1993)

(REV. 1999)