Same Water, Different Fish

See the eyes, weighted head,
            as it jerks – Lefty’s Deceiver – tug
by wrist snap,
seven feet of leader, tapered.
Here land
               goes under – salt, sun, sand –
a balance so vast
            it’s cartoonish. Some inlay
of attention, some search engine.
The land

goes under. Compression borrows
            your highlighter. Striper
run – schoolies: Scooby snacks.
Another swiveling. Casts          
(say Kineo, Kennebec) – another
& another.
the behind the on top of, a
piling, a footer
of pour. You land

          some; lips rip. Savagery runs
through you
              like love, like
those fish, arm-length, flopping
at eddy-edge,
launched by seals, stunned
to meal.




Merrymeeting Bay, March

Spring's close,
   the ice says so --

   a thousand acres

melts, sweet
   break-up. Listen

to the scrape
   & boom. Piebald,

    half slush, half prune;

think gum
    chewed, think trilobite,

a sheepish one.
    All day puddles

bloom avocado
    in the balm; all

day swan-whites
    oyster into cloud tones,

and then eddy --
    slow, adhesive light --

through the white pines
    behind the gravestones

and down to the imploded
    heap of a winter

fishing shack – fungus
    of lumber, stovepipe, rust.

Thorpe Moeckel is the author of Odd Botany. Chapbooks include Meltlines, The Guessing Land, and Making a Map of the River. He teaches at Hollins University and lives near the James River north of Roanoke.