Sunset
Fishing Lady
Sunset Fishing Lady perched upon a pontoon
and
Looks toward the burning sky as the very last
Breath of daytime whippers into the face of
the cool night.
She looks above the water, flat like, glass
like, where
Insects lift and leave tiny shock waves which
grow and
Reach across the water to spread to where
some fish may bite.
The line lays long and leaning along the
incline leaving up
From the wet and reaching to the end where
her soft
Hands feel for any moment, any murmur on the
line.
Lithe and small she stands and waits while
the sun
Finally lost behind the edge of the day and
the earth
And then gives way to early stars and a
rising moon on time.
Silent air surrounds her and she might think
her steady breath
Is heard by all the world, for it alone is
all she hears.
Changing feet for comfort she shifts her
weight and waits for not one
Moment in time, her destination is her
journey and for
The time being, being timeless is what
matters and that moonlight
Fills her hands and tomorrow she can exchange
it for some sun.
Draft 1- 31 May 2011
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