Poetry

Be Still and Know:
Morning Fishing 

—after the painting Fishing by Jean Carruthers Wetta 

In the blue-gray early mornings, when boy and man
say nothing, hear all—water, fish, wind, wave—
prayer weaves through air, a silent Amen

breaking the surface of ripple, enough to claim
a large-mouthed bass or an undulating lake of faith
in the blue-gray early morning. When boy and man