To be hooked

A summers Saturday night

by the Ria do Aveiro lagoon in Portugal

where the golden well of the full moon

is watering the water with light

and some youngsters nearby are eagerly trying

to catch the fishes that I did not at daytime

which are laughing and jumping the surface

in moonstruck vivid golden-scale joy

I keep my feet and soul still

watching the sparkling stars in the tidal downstream to the ocean

and the blinking lights from some hamlet across

feeling the fishing line

reaching down from the great universal rod

dropping its alluring bait of unity

into my hungry heart

and I smell the scent of the sea in me

and I am all salt and water

and I do not mind the sweet little pain

...to be hooked