{"id":1938,"date":"2018-06-09T12:25:51","date_gmt":"2018-06-09T11:25:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/?p=1938"},"modified":"2023-11-12T13:16:22","modified_gmt":"2023-11-12T13:16:22","slug":"fishing-in-fog","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/?p=1938","title":{"rendered":"Fishing in Fog: Thames Valley Texas"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1939\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/20242898.jpg?resize=300%2C225&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/20242898.jpg?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/20242898.jpg?resize=768%2C576&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/20242898.jpg?resize=676%2C507&amp;ssl=1 676w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/20242898.jpg?w=1024&amp;ssl=1 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>FISHING IN FOG<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A winter Sunday, fog and frost<\/p>\n<p>Two figures climbing a stile<\/p>\n<p>Boots crunching crisp grass underfoot<\/p>\n<p>Head toward the Thames at Clifton<\/p>\n<p>My father not yet seventy, still working<\/p>\n<p>And I back home for a day&#8217;s fishing<\/p>\n<p>Struggling with tackle and reels in the cold<\/p>\n<p>Sit expecting nothing, no fish bite in this weather<\/p>\n<p>Talk about things, my grandparents<\/p>\n<p>The cost of renting, share a flask of tea<\/p>\n<p>Steam rising across his face as he pours it<\/p>\n<p>Lines taught in the brittle air, disappearing<\/p>\n<p>Then slowly the sun starts to lift the fog<\/p>\n<p>The opposite bank starts to appear<\/p>\n<p>A moorhen skirts the bank, swans drift by<\/p>\n<p>Beyond the fog a dog barks endlessly<\/p>\n<p>For a few hours we hold on to hope<\/p>\n<p>Stare back into the white eternal glare<\/p>\n<p>Of mist along the river looking for a bite<\/p>\n<p>Staring at futures unseen, but clearly there<\/p>\n<p>Now and again on a misty morning<\/p>\n<p>Crossing the Trent I see father and sons trudging<\/p>\n<p>Through the mist and rain together, silent<\/p>\n<p>Sharing thoughts, hopes, jokes, together<\/p>\n<p>Their lives unravelling like lines in the air.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>FISHING IN FOG A winter Sunday, fog and frost Two figures climbing a stile Boots crunching crisp grass underfoot Head toward the Thames at Clifton My father not yet seventy, still working And I back home for a day&#8217;s fishing Struggling with tackle and reels in the cold Sit expecting nothing, no fish bite 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