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.
