I went fishing for the big ones, but I never
got a bite. I cast my net far & wide, I
waded deeper still. All the while ignoring
schools of minnows nibbling at my toes.
I was blinded by dreams of glory. Hoping
for that trophy, to mount upon my mantle
wall. Why couldn’t I be content with the
smaller fry? What egged me on so desperately,
beyond my own ability? It is the same old
story, a battle to be won. I cannot be happy
until I hook the prize. A silver trout so
perfect, breath is taken from my lungs.
Reaching out to grasp the final line of joy.
I open my trusty creel, to find another
empty failure. I start to realize that small fry
aren’t so bad after all. Minnows may not
sound as tasty, but they are darn sure better
than starving. Time to cast away.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This poem applies to all aspects of my life where I have tried to reach beyond my means and finally learned to accept my limitations.
SEPTEMBER 2018 / MAY 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She is the winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year, her bio is featured in the “Who’s Who of Emerging Writers 2020 and 2021,” published by Sweetycat Press. She is the author of 14 poetry books, and 1 short story book. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking.Chris lives with her husband and four cats. Her most recent credits are: Eclipse Lit, Carolina Muse, Sparks of Calliope; The Closed Eye Open, North Dakota Quarterly, Tangled Locks Journal, Wild Roof Journal, The American Writers Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Muddy River Poetry Review, The Silver Blade, Pomona Valley Review, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Fourth & Sycamore.