Constant Fishers Poem by Cee Bea

Constant Fishers



I got a note today
from the women in the red robe
and she was watching fisherman,

fisherman who stand for 10-15
hours every day they can
...for a tug on the line.

I know what they love
they love the chance
they love the oceans
they just love being there

And I began
to assemble the notion
that

we wait our whole lives for those tugs
as we live our lives as a constant fisher

Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hazel Durham 11 November 2014

Beautiful write, so true we are all constant fishers waiting for the big catch!

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