fishing within

i sit alone

in my abandoned farmhouse

in front of this great silence

far away from people

busy doing this, that

and all those i do not do

and i do not have to do

in that quiet stillness

i thank you, you who have so well

concealed yourself

as that snow covered soil

but only making me feel well

your patent presence

i noiselessly thank you

the most mute

for those noisy, nameless

black-capped chickadees

who so faithfully visit me

and mine and share my gifts

of sunflower seed

without prying into my privacy

i thank you for the frozen winter

that justifies my sitting

to fish within my self

this deep unclear pond

my own creation

who’s content for me to conquer

this one life is inadequate

for the soundless surmount

providing me another opportunity

in your eternity

and in the presence of your vastness

of time and space

i lose all my anxiety to hurry up

to grab any garbage

in any case i cannot, to your territories take

and therefore i am grateful

to the boundless space i enjoy

and i pray that you throw me

into the unrestricted space of the distant star

and not into that icy world

of the speckled trout

henry victor     18.12.2002