Fishing Outside Of Time
By Jack Joseph Smith
At the sensation of the final fatal fall
Before the beneath of the bog
Where a fisherman boy's reel
Reels his elbow into the greatness of a Bluegill
Before the knowledge of Plankton
This boy is a vision of grandeur
While the nouveau-riche industrial science salesman
Jets across the long exhaust marked sky
Split second the pilot crossed the pond
Of a lilly banked liquid mud clovered round
Bubble sucked at the center however
By deeply drawing reflective holes of water
Where respected whirl pools twirl
Their inch at the surface
Will these fast silver men across the sun
Passing natural cylinders swirling forces
Into bottomless wells that have exits;
But they are to nowhere when one gets there
Will they ever come to know about death
Being at the edge of being a child?
The boy at this moment dosen't care to share
Any approach of sight with the speed of light
The boy's mind is too busy going down
With his feet on the ground