A shadow, suspended above the abyss,
That watery chasm that swallows thoughts
Of civilization, population, existence.
The only light is his lantern, a light
That brings him here at 3am each morning,
Clearing the fog, and clearing the mind.
Bobbing, the shadow does not fight the waves,
He listens to the splash of tiny prawns
In the shallows, a comforting sound.
He is peaceful, lonely and content,
He is not lost, he is vanished and he is waiting
For a flathead, throwing back the yabby.
The moon, the largest light shines down,
High dunes and luscious green hills surround
The field of dampness, but so far away.
Beneath, life keeps moving and breathing,
Above, life stops and there is a feeling
Of the earth holding it’s breath for a moment.
He floats, alone in his dingy holding a stubby,
The other hand holds the fishing rod dangling
The line leading to the end, following the current.
Rime, his eyes close as he concentrates,
Through the gloom you can see him shiver
And hear, as he pulls the chord, “Bloody nuthin’”.
Elise Patience
(Please don't steal my poem. Let me know if anyone wishes to use it or copy it in any way.)
