I love to go fishing for poems,
out into the world with no agenda
and follow my nose, walk or drive
or sometimes even dance
to where I can feel
the poems will be biting.
Then all I need to do
is sit there lazy
with a line
tied to my bare foot,
and they come, they come,
eager for the bait
of my unbusied mind,
knowing they are safe,
that I will give them back
more lovely than ever,
pristine
as the day God made them.
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fishing-for-poems/
