The Long Net Poem by Andrew W.K. Yip

A strange vision unfolded; unfazed I gazed.
A beach flanked by a long fishing net in the haze.
Dark silhouettes and shadows formed a crescent band.
Figures, forms and fishing net fused in the sand.

I heard voices and echoes of the long net in motion.
I could smell the scent of fish and feel the commotion.
Those fishing folks with hats and attire quaint -
Could this be a dream? Leave me my dream; oh, I faint.