Fishing for Utopia

LL DeMerle

The very best ones come while on my back
staring upward towards the beam scanning
the ceiling as the person inside my head tries
to reason things out whitewash all thoughts with
a fresh coat of philosophy her name is Little Miss Fixit
christened by a friend who thinks I try too hard

That was once now I give it one consecrated shot
and if casting my bread on the waters
reaps no return I dispassionately reel my line in
pack my gear and go back to where things are always
the same anchored in safety saturated with love bursting
forth with temporary fits of lively anarchy
here with children we love who comfort always with uplifting
contagious laughter so I throw the fish back in

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The 2River View, 1_3 (Spring 1997)