the man who fishes
with a fly is patient
and kind and thoughtful.

he wades through the water
looking for a beautiful treasure.
and he waits for it.

he is keen and aware.
the sharp, cold water doesn’t cause him to stray.
he learns from it.

he commits. 
there are laugh lines around his eyes
and a warm blanket around his heart.

when he holds the fish he holds it close enough
to keep it safe and loose enough to watch it move.
the same way we should hold each other.