Persistence

In the middle of a windswept field,

Among strawlike clumps of mown grass

And a constellation of nodding buttercups,

The shrill whining of tiny insects in my ears,

I sit, watching you casting a line

Again and again over the rippling water,

Your fly dancing on the surface

Tempting the trout to bite.

Each time the sun hides behind a cloud,

Each time the wind whips round my chair,

I think of walking back,

Then your patient persistence

Persuades me to stay, just a while longer.

Everyday Poetry