Muddy water prosperity

 The line was taut
something was on the line
Rushing down the rod was given to me
I pulled it in with all my might

we believed it was a shark
as the fin protruded from the water
I reeled it in as fast as possible
excitement forearms

The sun was trapped in the bay
The fish surfaced yet not a shark
take care when you bring it in
short tailed mackarel

Muddy water fussing with the sun
rolling in the subtle saltwater rapids
tides slowly moving into the clefts in the land
My hands hold up the fish shaking in reverance

Taking the fish off the line
release the fish back into that muddy water