Of fishing and fishermen... [WW and OW]

Fishing is not a job,

To most pliers of our trade,
We are caught up in sirens' songs,
That we do not seek to evade.

Circe and Calypso
Are sirens marvelous to behold,
And though they greet us every day,
There's no hint of growing old. 

Circe is the newborn sun, 
   That hails us every day, 
   While Calypso is the oceanic arena 
   Upon which we play. 
 
   Calypso is such a beautiful mistress, 
   Though she is sometimes exceedingly cruel, 
   But most of the time is quite benign, 
   So we live by this inconstant rule. 

What is it that defines a fisherman? 
   Is there a rule that sets us apart? 
   The answer's straightforward and simple, 
   For us fishing's an affair of the heart. 

~ from "Travails of the Modern Fisherman"

Posted for Watery Wednesday and Outdoor Wednesday