Gone Fishing🐟

 
It’s June, & winter in Johannesburg,  
but how to justify thinking of that.
Why not Cape Town at Table Mountain;  
why South Africa at all?  
 
I’m on the other side of the world,  
wearing cutoffs over my 2-piece  
and peering through Raybans—  
 
Defiant, looking straight into Summer  
‘cross the Pacific’s blinding shimmer  
as I stand on a weathered jetty,  
a jar of live bait at my feet.  
 
A fishing pole in my right hand  
gripped tight in its fist  
like a javelin  
that I’m getting read to throw.  
 
And I bet if it was, and I did,  
I might be able to judge  
at this distance  
a passing fin of big game,  
and BAG it, no joke!  
 
What a jovial frame of mind  
that puts me in.  
Boy I can just see it now—  
News headlines  
 
throughout all the townships,  
celebrating in the streets of Jo’burg!  

It’s summer here.
Boy, they’d be jealous of me!