The Fisherman

rod in hand he makes his way
along sandy track to isolated bay
dragging feet under load of gear
only waves kissing the sand to hear

the moon is high the tide right
he senses the fish will bite tonight
with patience and experienced hand
he deftly brings his prey to land

hours pass not wanting to leave
the ocean is his one reprieve
his life the only one he'd wish
alone at night on a beach catching fish

© wonki
(posted with permission)