The Fisherman

Good morning, faithful readers!  There has not been any time (or energy) to put down any reflections about Jesse and Becky's wedding yet; expect them in my next entry.  Suffice it to say it was wonderful and while I remember very little about my own wedding, I'll recall a thousand moments from theirs.  Therefore, I'll present something that I haven't presented, heretofore:  a poem.  If you like it, I did indeed, write it.  If you don't, the author is anonymous.

The Fisherman

Cigar, solitude, and a day off work;

The fisherman had it all

Except a fish.

I watched him as he cast his baited hook into the languid Potomac

And I realized that he was, indeed, a wise man

For clearly, he didn't care about the fish.