My old friend, the owner
of a new boat, stops by
to ask me to fish with him,
and I say I will–both of us
knowing that we may never
get around to it, it may be
years before we’re both
idle again on the same day.
But we make a plan, anyhow,
in honor of friendship
and the fine spring weather
and the new boat
and our sudden thought
of the water shining
under the morning fog.
Yes. Mr. Berry is one of my heroes. I’d love to have dinner with him and Barry Lopez.
A wonderful conversation at that dinner table.
I’d probably do more listening than talking.
I would listen more, too.