Saturday, April 27, 2013
It is night and below me
is a stream enveloped in darkness.
It had rained hours ago
the water swift but clear now to my naked eye.
My guide carried a kerosene lamp;
a scoop net held by the other hand;
I followed, wary and alert;
for snakes abound here waiting for prey.
I grasped my knife in its sheath;
the cold steel of the blade
reassures me though that it is alright.
Walking behind the guide with the bright lamp,
he made the night look like daylight;
boosting my confidence, aiding my sight.
A nudge from a foot
the shrimp leaped to its fate into the net.
After an hour or two
I counted an honest catch of twenty-two.
These became part of a midnight dinner
under a dark cloudy sky
by a camp made warm by a fire.