Fishing for Life's Trophy

The light was dim,
the fog was dense,
the air was cool & crisp.

I peered through the mirror,
focused on the destination,
and dreamed of the trophy.

Follow the map to the end of the line,
rigged the vessel,
sailed to the edge of the horizon.

The sun burns,
the wind blows,
the fish swim.

Not a catch,
not a bite,
not even a nibble.

Even with no trophy,
even with no meal,
I still maintain my smile.

For its not the fish i was fishing for,
nor the fish I was fighting for,
for this was the life I was living for.

by: Brandon A. Jones