Tying Flies Far from Trout

You sit by the side of the road all day,
Reading, writing, saying nothing, thinking
Of things for us who are almost but not
Quite you, not quite alive, not quite, to say,
You who will vanish away, we who would
Vanish away instantly if you weren’t
Catching us like flies, tying us for what?

Nonetheless, you live out your brief moments
As if something important depended
On them, or as if something important
Depended on you, or as if something
Important depended on us, who count
The thought of importance as one of us,
As one of our kin among us. As if.