A Fisherman's Dilemma Poem by Shachia Oryila

It's no longer a cruise sail
In our leaky and unmended boat
I'm cowed by the waves' fury
Should we go on,
I may need to ask
The fisherman on the paddle
If he's got in his toolkits
Lines, hooks, sinkers and lifejacket
The marks of a true fisherman.
Fishing on the high sea as I see
For whales, sharks, and catfish
Is not the same as draining
Glasses of gin daily at Mammy.
It's foolhardy to bet with the sea
If you couldn't tame the elements.
I've been on the loops five days
I couldn't wait four more nights.