Fishing out the Past

Today my mind remembers,
the past...keeps me wishing,
I was at the pond with you
where regardless of weather,
father and son were found fishing.

To every word retentive,
speaking of tackle and worms,
keeping calm and attentive,
unlike the way you raged,
at home feeling caged.

We never caught many fish,
but we caught stories lost,
of each other,unlike the fish
who avoided the bait,
escaped their mantlepiece fate.

Today I rushed out of your wake,
drove off with the pond in mind,
leaving excesses behind,
sitting now before that pond,
dipping my line,trying to bait the past.

Not alone for I have decided,
to make a head start..
for I had been keeping my family
and myself apart,
sitting with my kid,fulfilling a wish,
catching more stories than fish