When Answering the Port Call

When Answering the Port Call, when do all ponds shape one Sea?

When Answering the Port Call

When Pond becomes Sea,
When boat moves to catch,
When welcomed;                    Persist casting
and trawling, without end,

Until all ponds form one Sea.

Stay before markets open,
Gauge enormity of task,
Before that day’s end,
“Overwork,” Impossible!
Before that end day,

Study vast currents,
Bait choppiness, bait ripples,
The circuit of holes,
Below preferred high tide minds,
                                       Ten out of all ponds,
Starved for diet of netted meat,
Malnourished, yet schooling hope,

As more lines maintain uncrossed,
More translations for more eyes,
Below boats anchored out deep,
Below bridges on trade seas,
When ponds unassigned summit,

Until all ponds shape one Sea,

That crafts new baptized tallies,
unwavering                              Anglers,
Before that day’s end,
Before that end day.