Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The Hook















Image: origin unknown



You are a largemouth bass,
Micropertus salmoides,
gulping water and ushering
it passed your feathery gills,

focusing your steely,
golden eyes on that which
is just inches from your
well-practiced jowls,

undulating your dorsal fin
and tail just enough to
keep your densely scaled, robust body
suspended in the water column

so that you can decide.

The thick, ruddy
night-crawler-of-a-worm
thrashes there before you,
twisting and turning in such a manner
that your neurotransmitters can do little
more than concoct the invitation
“Eat me!”

“Eat me!” –
as if the Universe has suddenly decided
to offer up to you the winning
gastronomic lottery ticket.

You could bite,

or you could look more closely.

Here’s what I see –

A Lugumbricus terrestris
in sheer agony:
impaled,
folded,
and impaled again and again,
drowning.

The metallic barbed hook
is secured to a clear nylon line
studded with three lead sinkers.

Eight feet up a plastic red-and-white bobber
is riding the lake’s breeze waves,
waiting, eagerly
to be the spokesperson
of your demise.

The line continues on to a rod,
and then into a reel.

The ready hands on grip
are your own.

Your own.

So, what’s it going to be?

What is your karmic decision?

Are you going to get hooked
by the Old Patterns that
no longer serve you,
and perhaps never did?

Or, are you going to
seek and earn
authentic nourishment
elsewhere?

I pray that you don’t let
Self deception and
instant gratification
be the utensils of your
last supper.


©2010-2016/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out" (www.hiraethpress.com)

Feel free to share

1 comment:

  1. Wow. Potent and gripping truth. Thank you, Jamie.

    ReplyDelete