Lone Fisherman |
| by Fred Hobbs |
A morning sea like fractured glass,
silver in the first moments
of a rising sun
lapping softly at the crusts
of a sandy beach, deserted by all
but one
A fisherman, a weathered face
eyes straining to see the thin clear line
stretching taut across a breakerless surf
whistling as the soft breeze passes
vanishing into a world below
Beneath the surface, a beach less abandoned
teaming with silent life
radiant with tropical color
All, like the fisherman,
searching for nothing more
than the morning’s sustenance
A bamboo rod, tall and defiant
arches now to a familiar challenge
while the tattered reel screams and
grudgingly releases its precious
holdings to...
A creature struggling to live
but doomed to perish
in a world it does not know exists
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