I could fish

I could find worms

Thread them on old hooks

Cast lines like halos over the water

I could fish

I could tie knots

Fasten red bobbers

See slim fish swimming my way

I could fish

I could pour coffee

Hold steam in my hand

Watch water breaking in circles

I could fish

I could scale them

Clean them for eating

Fry their silver sides crisp

I could fish

I could row far

Let the sun set red

Glide along with a fine wake