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