comfortable silence

when  my father and i 

fished roy hazard’s pond

in the early evenings 

of early summer

we would sit

beside each other 

silently casting our lines

into the reflection 

of the sunset 

on the water

even in the car

on the way home

we let the sunset 

do our talking 

i knew everything i needed to know

in that comfortable silence

when my father and i 

fished roy hazard’s pond 

in the early evenings 

of early summer