Current Moment

I feel impotent sitting at this desk, eyesight going bad from staring at the screen while thirty miles away my father and my brother disconnect the boat from the tractor, lower it into the water, and as the sun darkens their skins, lift the traps from the water, shake off the mud and dump the catch into the tray, toss out the dead ones and leftover bait, rebait, absorb the splash as the trap is tossed back.