Hooked
John G. Young, M.D.
Sometimes I
Drift into things
Just for the hell of it,
No particular interest,
No special plans.
Like going fishing,
I bait and wait
And wonder—
Mainly wonder…
Suddenly I hook onto
Hemmingway’s big fish—
Play becomes struggle,
Days and nights,
Tied together
By a cord
I could lengthen
But could not let go.
I am pulled deep,
Fearing to drown,
Wanting escape,
Yet I hang on--
I will know my foe.