Angler 

The world presses in on every side
just beneath the surface It lies
buried in the sound floor… 
 
the gritty pretty unassuming 
messages…
I am pushed along…
in wave after wave
I am pushed along…
while It waits covered  hidden…
the big Eye blending  in…
how meaty the offering is
distracting… 
hanging 
        dangling 
                looking for a bite…
 
I am pushed along   the  glitz,
mistaken 
hunger  for   love--
taken ..
       I was a
                     little fish.