Today's Catch

Each night, I sit at my desk, open
My notebook, and, like a fisherman casting
His net, throw my mind into the ocean
Of my own vocabulary. Mostly, I drag in
Worthless junk--sardines, small crabs, tin cans
And such, words worth no more
Than their weight in dust.
Occasionally, though, I'll bring in a swordfish
Or a tuna--something that will feed
The family for weeks.
Lately, though, I've have some troubles with
My net. Holes keep appearing. It's as if,
In my attempt to nab the best, the biggest
Words, I'm giving myself little chance
To catch anything at all.
I've tried making the necessary repairs
But who can say what starts to gnaw
On the mesh strands once the net
Is cast? Some doubt that's growing, perhaps.
Allow me to show you my latest catch.
In fact, take it. It's yours.
I'll even flay it for you, so you can serve it
Tonight for your family, or, if you like
A gathering of friends.