With one cup of light
left in the sky
the fisherman sits
at the edge and sinks
his line in the clarity
of water.
In that moment
he is part sky
but with depth
the mind loses
its vertebrate thoughts:
sharks eat
their young
and breathing is
an awkward conviction.
He shivers
as waves rock him
to dream
mark the day
with small graves.
‘Vertebrate thoughts.’ LOVE that, and the whole poem. I’ve already re-read it several times; so much going on in these images.
This created such vivid images…a fine poem IMHO.
a cup of light and marking the day with small graves….this is awesome…are you a poet…? smiles…loved it graham
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Top notch poem Graham – gave me the shivers! You’ve turned into a shark
it’s spacious, and seems like the words echo in the depth-and they have vision, that hovers over the depth in some sort of mortal perception. this one kind of stops traffic with heart. love it!