by Jnana Hodson

crowding the riverbanks
when the season begins

or those with ancestral claims
perched on tripod platforms and catwalks
or shear rock face

the nets and weirs

fishermen, competing with bear and eagle
for the catch, as they can
(politely greet the warden

what’s to be grilled, baked, broiled,
poached or smoked

or sold from the trunk of a car

to feed a whole family
plus another

poem copyright 2015 by Jnana Hodson