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.