Calm waters, a single line,
Hook and sinker trailing behind
Wait is long as time stands still,
In the middle of an ocean, where all is well.
***
Thoughts and memories go through the mind
Of a fisherman awaiting fortune to unwind
The morning sun is bright in the heavens
As land beckons waves to shore
***
"The deep" whispers in a voice unheard,
As hook is tangled in the catch's gorge,
Twisting and turning in anguished plea,
Skipping over waters, begging for sea.
***
The line is tout, hands bringing in
A cumbersome prize, a trophy, a win!
And as it struggles to remain alive,
In a battle of wills the encounter is finalized.
***
© Sherine Meshad, 6 July 2006
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