comfortable silence

March 31, 1956

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