Fishing

Easy now.
I beg you.
From the rains,
there is a stillness.
Curl up in that quiet.
Listen to the crying,
It’s coming from
Soul and gut.
 
Never again
Will I doubt
my own doubt
You played me
Like a drum and
I was so dumb
In love and committed
As a wife
Wearing no ring.
 
My value is
Not yours
For appraisal.
 
And you’re mad and
Angry
That these words
Make sense,
That I could
Make sense
Here in this canoe.
 
Swim down
Albacore
Down stream
For I will not catch you
Again…
For I will throw you
Back in.