The lone fisherman sits quietly
Along the bank of the trickling stream... baited hook,
Long casts into the shadows
Waiting so patiently
Wishing...Wanting
Imagining the beast...The fight
The battle between them.
He mimics this movement
Repetitiously for hours.
Sitting on the bank
Thinking silently to himself
About the meaning of this day
The fight...The battle.
Yet as he quietly watches
The trickling stream as it daintily flows away
Seeing nothing, but the shadows being cast by himself
and the trees above, he can’t help but smile.
The battle is over. The day is done. Tomorrow will see another sunrise
The Day by Dawn Shirley
