Sitting at this fishing hole, I lean forward and look into the crystal clear below. In that refreshment, I see so many beautiful creatures. A kaleidoscope of pastel, florescent, and natural tones swirling in the sea before me.

Often I achieve fixation, gazing downward, amazed and confused by the sheer brilliance of colors which dart back and forth guiding my eyes on lazy days like these.

Their motion sends ripples to remind me of the water/air which separates us, although I have a line into the deep. On the end is an empty, dull hook. I lost my bait long ago.

Every time I close the tackle box and reel in the line, I wish I could follow the sun and sink under the water.

I hope the fish comes along to challenge my lungs, breaking the water/air to grab my line, pole and attention. Glinting in the open air for a moment, before She starts the plunge, pulling me in after Her.

(And gills would feel so good.)