Janice Windle - (Italian Collection) .... The Fisherman

He ploughs the surface of the fertile sea, lays nets and traps, pays out the line, weaves his wide web beneath the glittering waves, circles methodically. I, perched below the corrugated cliff, follow with my lens – his mundane chore my glib imagery; dark silhouette against the luminosity. And as I catch his image, I'm aware He does not care what picture his lone boat presents to me, as he seeds the sparkling surface of the fertile sea.Janice Windlehttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/italian-collection-the-fisherman/