I had some night crawlers
to use up, a beer to drink.
I got to the lake at early dusk,
the sun just below the trees.
And cast my hook and line
seeing the sky and shoreline
reflected on the lake, thought
“as above, so below” not believing
the lake held some esoteric
knowledge but noticed how I
stumbled over the word ‘reflected’
and cast again. 

Hootism:  I am wherever imagination puts me.