Waves rock this boat as I sit contemplating the day. Every heave reminds me of the question not proposed. Every creak is the whispers calling me out. The sharks are there to bite me when I fall in. The whales yell at my weakness. The fish are the fish that I am fishing for. As I sit waiting for the fish to bite I worry. The fish I am after is mesmerizing. The flash of silver fin. The small splash. I yearn for the tantalising bite In hopes of landing that fish. As I sit and wait I feel the waves, I see the sharks, I hear the whales, I taste the salty air, and I feel the pole in my hands. The pole is my life line and yet could be what helps to drown me. As I wait to see if I ever get a bite.