This morning, Megan Willome wrote to me about today’s Every Day Poems selection.
“An ode to fly fishing, perhaps?” she asked, and finished by saying she knew there was more to the poem but these were the lines that drew her.
I have been thinking about this all morning. I began by writing back to Megan, to say that somehow I had focused on the fishing when I first read the poem, but today, receiving it in my inbox, I had seen the sleep instead. I also said that I was compelled by “the thought that maybe it was Mare who was fishing, or the poet herself.”
This did not come on the first reading, or the second, or the third… and so on. I think I must have read the poem ten times before saying this to Megan.
Now, writing this, I am struck by the word “lines” in the poem and in fact am more convinced than ever that the piece is about poets as much as it is about Mare’s lover.
Or maybe the poem is about the reader. After all, who does the poet catch with her line, but you and me, while we are unsuspecting? And who does the poet draw, but us, sleeping? When we finally wake, we become the trout, caught and compelled.
Megan wrote back to me and said, “A good poem does that—offers multiple gifts upon multiple readings.” Yes.
Poem by Anne M. Doe Overstreet. From her new collection, Delicate Machinery Suspended.
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