Fishing
The language
of fishing
is silence.
Reverie over
rippling water;
casting out a line
with hope
on the hook.
Their wealth
is in the wait.
Old men sitting
wordlessly
on overturned buckets.
Great herons
stand sentinel.
Annette L. Grunseth, Green Bay, is a freelance writer and poet who has been published in Midwest Prairie Review, Wisconsin Academy Review, Door County’s Peninsula Pulse, The Door Voice, Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets’ annual calendars, The Ariel Anthology, Free Verse, Fox Cry Review, and The Poetry of Cold.
Portage Magazine 
A new, interesting way to perceive fishing…and here I thought they just…fished. poetry ♡