Catching Sharks

 

It’s late at night.

The wind is blowing.

Fishing poles are shaking by the waves.

 

Then, suddenly the line gets pulled

farther in the water by something.

It’s silent; all I hear is the zipping of the line.

 

I grab the pole, wait a second to set the hook.

The fish is strong,

and it will fight for a long time without getting tired.

Jerk after jerk,

reel after reel,

it's all useless against that fish.

 

And that same sound of a zipping line.

Then I keep getting it closer and closer to the beach.

It thrashes for freedom

but doesn't succeed.

 

Then,

finally I caught it. The shark is mine.

Cash Jacob Nelson

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