The night smoothes out its black tarp, <br />tacks it to the sky with stars. <br />Lake waves slap the bank, define <br />a shoreline as one man casts <br />his seine into the unseen, <br />lifts the net's pale bloom, lets spill <br />of threadfin fill the live well. <br />Soon that squared pool of water <br />flickers as if a mirror, <br />surfaces memory of when <br />this deep water was a sky.<br /><br />Ron Rash<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deep-water/
