The gentle breeze blows over the dunes,
across the island making little ripples
as it skips across the bay waters.
It barely makes a noise as it moves
the water surface. So soft is it that I
can see the smooth surface of the sandy
bottom, mottled here and there with grassy
patches. Where the water churns is where
the bait fish clamber over one another.
Again and again I cast my silver spoon
into the clear water hoping I will feel
the pull of a bite. But the bite never comes.
And in those minutes of no bite, that
clear water brings to mind the murkiness
that hides my soul. The cloudy mix of pains.
Clear water wash away the murky pains
of my heart. Rinse my spirit. Give your clarity.
Let the gentle Wind breathe peace into me.
By Ram Lopez
4 June 2015