One tiny thing screamed out at me-
nothing but an eyelash
it totally blew the underwater imagery, feeling, scenario sustained up to that point.
Fish, notoriously, have no eyelashes.
This might sound like pedantry; it's not, it's about the poetry. They probably don't blink either though that didn't bother me. Go figure.

I thought an 'eyelash' was possibly some sort of fly, used by fishermen.
Lol, what do I know. Jxx

Fishing, the sleepy tranquility associated with this occupation...
the gordian knot/ eyelash obscuring vision...

Then the last part escapes me.... so I'm probably way out with the first lol

I like it....
love judy
xxx

exaclty as Judyanne notes!
even the floaters..those pesky unhinged cells that float in our aqau vitrous
give meaning to the blurry visions as our mind runs its gamut of
image recognition sometimes drawing up
memory and meaning in its intuitive and flash like
impacts when focusing!

your writing is sharper
and superb
with the off the cuff feel
to it when reading

coffee cigarette and chilling
with my ex but still present
Lady
laundry going round

i was not a fisherperson
but chummed with those
who lived it breathed it
taking me with them
what I noted that I thought
I would not see nor be
revealed was the secret
exciting places for worms
or minnow traps...
the feel of the silence
and space tranquil on
the water that would
hit me immensely
like a spiritual essence
and the light and
cloud movement
the sound
and that feel of
life below nipping
on the line

an intuitive awareness
beyond our mere
limited personal
spaces
this poem has
conveyed me the
true memory of
such outings

thank U!

(and even metaphoric
in my tete to tete with
others of such textual
thought fishing.!)