• A Perfect Moment – A Poem

    I’m no poet I know, but something I wrote a while back has been brewing this, and while I’m not sure it captures the feeling, not sure I have words that can, its my best attempt.  This is me, 10 years old.  This is Apsey Brook, this is Random Island.  This is why, to me, my little piece of the rock is perfect, and this was a perfect moment in time.

    It is the summer of my childhood
    rod in hand, I stroll to the wharf
    an osprey circles overhead
    the world breathes in time with his wings

    The waves slap the wharf pilings lightly
    an unbaited hook drifts to bottom
    jiggling, luring a flatfish
    snapping sharply, missing

    flatfish abandoned, following the shore
    flat rocks skipping, skipping
    round ones thrown high
    attempting a dead mans bubble

    driftwood boats ply their trade
    seagulls cry, sterrins chirrup
    stranded jelly fish decorate the beach
    twillicks chase the tide

    up the brook, dark pools beckon
    beams of sunlight through sun dappled leaves
    catch trout swirling, dancing
    ignoring the unbaited hook

    rocks make a dam, circling the pool
    smaller, smaller,  trout contained
    hands grab, miss, grab again, fish squirts free,
    youth splashes, suddenly soaked

    The drops fall in slow motion
    sunbeams dry me
    walking back, boots slosh
    the world breathes with me

     

    Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.

    I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.

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