Mending His Net

From the Book "Heart's Thread"

 

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Acapella or a violin’s vibrato,

duet, trio, in parody or rhapsody,

he breathes fast to level the staccato,

smooth as a harmonious melody,

a poem jibing the syntax and prosody,

a sail boat fading in the sunset,

an elder fisherman mending his net.

               

Near sunset, he buries both feet in the dry sand,

the grains trickle between every bare toe.

Jogging alone with sandals in his hand,

in the morning, up before the rooster’s crow,

along the shore, deep breath, lets it all go.

While early birds chase after the receding tide,

ripples efface stipples before the sand is dried.