Christopher Hansard:[ the Fisherman]
the fisherman casts his line
hook descending into another world
where life is snared, whole worlds
are dragged towards the light
the fisherman casts his line
and a life is made or ends
cast into drops of becoming
and endless ends
watch and see how the line is cast
making no shadow across the water
that is your mind
like darkened glass from a smoky life
for each of us are but a vapour in the light
some brief plume
the line is cast
reeling in
no hurry or need
in its own time
the hook will bite
the fisherman casts his line into another world
and draws us all towards the light
the fishing line entwines itself
through every age and day, through ideas, beliefs and prejudice
never snags, for it reels itself along the hooped line
to return to a still collected reel
waiting for the next cast
as time washes in and out
