The first thing I do every morning is count my money.
I cast into the Sea of Words
With hope upon my hook.
I pray to land a worthy catch--
Some trout that ain't yet took.
I ain’t expectin’ Ahab’s whale.
Perhaps a simple rhyme
Will dangle on my tackle
And reward all the time
I spend upon the fishin’ pier
And on the sandy beach
Casting for inspiring thoughts…
Or supper, at the least.
- N. K. Wagner