A Fisherman
A Fisherman
A fisherman stood on the edge
of the shore—
This day he did not cast his pole into the sea—
Instead, he stood BEHOLDEN to the
infinite wonder before his eyes—
Time passed…
he had no idea how long
he stood
silently breathing in
the salt, the sand, the ocean—
As he turned to make his way HOME,
he paused…whispering to the wind,
“Today IS my GREATEST catch ever.”
This was a beautiful and simple poem. PROFOUND, mARY FRANCES BAUGH