He ploughs the surface of the fertile sea, <br />lays nets and traps, pays out the line, <br />weaves his wide web beneath the glittering waves, <br />circles methodically. <br /> <br />I, perched below the corrugated cliff, <br />follow with my lens – his mundane chore <br />my glib imagery; dark silhouette <br />against the luminosity. <br /> <br />And as I catch his image, I'm aware <br />He does not care what picture <br />his lone boat presents to me, <br />as he seeds the sparkling surface <br />of the fertile sea.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/italian-collection-the-fisherman/
