Catch & Release

I am caught up in that pond. The memory of the moss. The disquietude of the cattails. A shudder of scales. I am caught up in that web. The memory of the dew. The shimmer of morning sun. A fine fishing line. I am caught among the lupine. The memory of the hills. The choreography of the breeze. A delicate reeling. I am caught amid the oaks. The memory of the wind. Quiet currents. A sail of forgetfulness. I am caught by time. Swept in its bluster. Racing age. Older. I am caught in anxiety. Controlled by numbers. Counting worth. Exhausted. I am caught for stress. Reeled by doubts. Judging futures. Precarious. I am stripped with worry. Corroded by expectations. Demanding better. Vulnerable. I am wading far from shore. Paddling back. Navigating old winds. A broken compass. There is a current back. A thick sail to times past. Happier. But I am not done with the murk. There are voices. Of stranded people. Denied human liberties. And I will release them of their bonds. And I will balance the scales again. And I see only one path to them. And I See my struggle through dark As the flame to give them light. So I release the ceaseless worry. Cast away the nagging doubt. A new fish at the line is tugging. And I dig the oars a little deeper. And I strain a little harder. And I propel a little further Ever forward. Hope & Release.