AT HOME

Casting a line from the beach

He feels contented.

A love of fishing is enhanced

By the salty smell of the beach

By the waves reaching boldly for the sand

By a sky sprayed with stars,

Whose moon, partially hidden by clouds

Beams timidly on the dancing ocean.

He watches for the first hint of dawn

Followed by a shy sun washing the dark sky

With queenly colours.

He anticipates the first nudge on the line,

Or the bite that tests his skills.

He just enjoys the moment

Of tranquillity, of happiness.