He rises long before dawn
His eyes set toward the horizon
Many a storm weathered
Long lulls waited through
His hands strong and worn
Like the old ship’s hull
He casts out upon
His blue eyes
As deep as the sea he crosses
Fixed on a course
He knows full well
From his childhood
He has crossed these waters
First under his father’s watchful gaze
Just as his father had done before
He reads the map
Like a master of old
Finding the spot
He throws his net out into the deep
The promise of a catch
The reward of his labour for the day
This fisherman knows
As surely as the sun rises then sets
His net will be filled once again