Fishing for poets

Like the fisherman below my window, 

Casting his lures into the sunset-reddened sea, 

The poet tosses words onto a page, 

Hoping to attract a robust result; 

To capture, however briefly, 

That which flows beneath 

 The ever surging river of thought;

 Some coalescence that might feed 

The hunger for expression or connection, 

Or possibly reel in a smile 

Of humor, recognition, 

 Shared experience, or concern.