At the Confluence

At the Confluence

Oh, fisher men

and women,

waiting in a

silent congregation,

your hushed boats

providing sanctuary

as you angle

for the reward

of a lifetime –

Will it be today?

Do you almost hope

that it won’t?

Stella Castella

I am fortunate to live near the confluence of two rivers; perhaps you are, too!  When I pause on the path to observe the scores of boats during fishing season, I am struck by the fact that I don’t HEAR a sound.  Such quiet from so many people – it’s almost as if they’re in church.  I imagine that it’s both thrilling to catch a big one AND disappointing, in a way, since it likely can’t be topped and the quest seems over.