today i weaved a tethered line
from foot to mind.
with bait and hook, i wrenched it back.
an awesome sight.
scaled appendage, in air to breath,
writhing and shining in the sun.
it fought for comfort of a biding sea,
whose tide have made it home to me
how frightened and scared?
the pain from hook inside
pulling and raging, so odd.
with resilient strife
i heaved some more. in time,
the bound creature lay
peaceful in my craft
and thankful for the path
