On The Beach Poem by Tom Higgins

I went fishing last night,
And once again I never caught anything
Except the wind on my face,
And the salt spray in my eyes,
And the scent of the ocean in my nostrils.
I spent nothing apart from a few calories
Which I burned up walking over the beach,
The sand and the rocks and weed,
In that tidal area between sea and land
And ended up with another totally free experience
Of what it feels like to really be alive,
Everyone should go fishing at least once.

Tom Higgins 01/11/2013