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.