Spilwords.com presents: The Floating Fisher, poetry by Mark Tulin, a former Philadelphia Family Therapist who now resides in Ventura.
— Read on spillwords.com/the-floating-fisher/
The Floating Fisher
The angler glides
with patience and pace
along the Santa Barbara coast
He navigates his kayak
as the orange orb rises
from the horizon
He floats in a misty stillness,
and paddles in peace
His morning routine
keeps his attention
and hopes to snag a crab or two
at the bottom of the net
The long fishline
wrinkles in the water,
pelicans and dolphins
follow in a salty sea of bliss
As he passes the bobbing buoy,
it speaks in gentle whispers,
cautions the floating fisher
not to drift too far from shore.
I love how the poem ends. I wasn’t expecting it.
It surprised me, too, Liz. 🙂
I actually felt myself start to relax while reading this, Mark…
I’m glad. 🚣♂️⛵️
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
I agree with Books and Bonsai. If I was in a better atmosphere, I bet I would be relaxed by now. Ah!
I hope you’re doing well, Theresa.