Mindful Fishing Expedition

In fertile ground

squirming worms

abound.

‘Neath the skull

in the brain, pretty

much the same—

word worms, the

inquisitive kind,

swimming about,

angling,

dangling,

hopefully

to lure

the wily bass

of memories

I am fishing for.

There is

a tugging,

I find, and a

reeling in

of my line,

a sturdy 10-pound

test to expose the

cerebral catch

I had been

methodically

trolling for.

A lunker of

remembering

pulled up from

the murky depths

of my psyche,

lured then

secured by hook.

A fine bait indeed—

those lovely squirming

worms of words.

Chris Hanch 1-4-19