THE STORY OF A FISHERMAN AND THE SILENCE AFTERWARD/The Sunday Whirl -- Sunday's Whirligig -- Poets United Poets Pantry

THE STORY OF A FISHERMAN AND THE SILENCE AFTERWARD

summers at the bay              home on the third coast       on the water a lifetime        

grew up to be                        the man you were                 a fisherman

one with the fish                   met them for breakfast         in their favorite spot

and later for tea                     you walked among them      scratched their chin

never had to try                     it all came naturally              knew how it worked            

the catch was yours              in the silence afterward      walked the shore

with the carpenter                hand in hand/a ritual          the sky sunny and blue

in the sand                             among the pebbles and shells         was a sigh

made of memories                and wishes                             of lovely days gone bye                   

that was the whole of it        nothing more to tell…

Note:  The first two stanzas are made up of five lines.  The last is one and one half.

I wanted the ending to come at an unexpected place, and that is the way of endings in life, sometime they come too soon, and come unexpectedly.  Perhaps like children, we protest, we say, “But I am still playing, I am not through!”  Still, the time has come, the game is over.