Dave Bonta's "Angler" is only four lines long, but it holds a whole way of looking at a morning. The speaker is heading out to fish, and what stands out is the light. It is compared to the light in "a found church," a phrase that suggests something stumbled on by surprise, quiet and a little sacred. The comparison turns the outdoors into a place of worship without ever saying so directly.
The last line, "No other money but lead," is the most puzzling. Lead could refer to the weights an angler uses on a line, so the only "currency" here is fishing tackle. It could also hint at something heavy and plain, the opposite of gold. Either way, the speaker seems content with very little. Nothing is being bought or sold.
The mood is calm, grateful and slightly reverent. The poem suggests that simple things, a morning and some gear, can feel like enough, even like a kind of richness.