# Leap!

Atop a jetty rock I stand, fragile flyrod in my hand, trying to ignore the surge that breaks to spray me on the verge.  I need to climb still further out to cast, but I am filled with doubt: I hesitate in fear -- I freeze and tremble in the ocean breeze.  Am I too old, my balance lost?  And if I fall, how great the cost?  Is this how I will kick the bucket?  What the hell, I'm fishing!  Fuck it!