Fishing

Fishing......

“Hey Dad, I think I’ve caught a whooper!”

A happiness sound;

Vibrates through the air,

My boy’s joy,

In landing a wriggling tiddler,

Fishing on the rocks

Just up from the point,

Back on the beach somewhere

Are lifesavers there.

Nevertheless for this dad and son,

A moment of tranquility and serenity,

Touched each,

In the occasion of the moment,

Surrounds,

Then reaches out,

As wave

Upon magical wave,

A musical intermission;

Breaks the peace of each.

Whilst enjoying the freshness

Of a Pacific zephyr coming from the east,

Fishing here,

As man and his boy,

Casting out over and over,

Beyond the breakers,

Enjoying being as one

This dad and his son.