fishing lines ... continued

6
when owl is dreaming
silence spawns
thoughts
too deep
for words
to catch

7
               you are transfixed

watching the surface of the bay
freeze solid

          crow flies by
laughing
and screaming your name

     you laugh
     in spite of yourself

8
chopping a hole in the ice, dropping
          another line
     and waiting, once again
          waiting
                    breath
               becomes
          a small storm, whirling
     through winter's depths of sleep, remembering

9
beneath the surface
          these waters
     are so deep
     so pure

                    in summer
          minnows
     dart and hide
          in the shadows

10
                                   be patient
                                   by spring run-off
                                   you will know
                                   where to find
                                   good bait