The World's Decay Where The

There Is No Better Way To Know Us Than As Two Wolves, Come Separately To A Wood.

The Brassy Wood-pigeons Bubble Their Colourful Voices, And The Sun Rises Upon A World Well-tried And Old.

And As If Reporting Some Felony To The Police They Let You Know You Were Not John Donne.

The World Rolls Under The Long Thrust Of His Heel. Over The Cage Floor The Horizons Come.

Fishing Provides That Connection With The Whole Living World. It Gives You The Opportunity Of Being Totally Immersed, Turning Back Into Yourself In A Good Way. A Form Of Meditation, Some Form Of Communion With Levels Of Yourself That Are Deeper Than The Ordinary Self.