YOU CAN’T GO FISHING UNTIL YOU
PUT YOUR LINE IN THE WATER
for Bob Engel
What is this tiredness in me
that rest will not restore?
How do I correct this fault
of age that wears me down
When I need to be alert
to every passing breeze of breath
that I catch my own, alerting
me to a need
That again needs restoring,
for being diminished in age
has put me to still another test,
and yet another law
From which I can emerge glorious,
with an earned breath of exaltation,
whether I have something to say
or am simply here for my song to honor
Each and every breath of exaltation,
to see and understand
that all is holy, and unspent.