ON THE BEACH (A point of view)





I watched the angler cast his rod
throwing his weight at the face of God,
the God Poseidon, at the edge –
the element for life beneath,
that whispered rush of saline surf
the exhalation of it's breath.
The massive oceanic weight
that stirs the lug to feed the fish
would try his wit to simulate ;
his explanation was caught short,
unsure his need to call it sport –
he will not eat it, he will kill it
to gratify his nascent spirit ;
I do not mean to be unkind –
all day he stood there with a frown,
that concentrated hook of mind
that reeled it in to see it drown.

roy austin
Retired Sage follower
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