Having spent two years

Submerged with the outcasts

Amongst the otherwise forgotten

Those others know about

But dare not be

Those that make up

The stairs upon which

Most other people climb

I learned that life

Doesn’t end in accumulation

For all those whom

Have not have more

Much more in fact

For those with nothing

Have nothing to lose

And that is blessed

And is actually freedom

Sometimes the fish

Sometimes the fisherman

But always this

One swims about

The other casts

And only then

When temptation lands

Alights and skitters

Do we become

That which we

Are meant to

To each other

One the promise

One the catch

And so goes

Fisherman and fish