by Jose Maria L. Marella
The Sun must set
and with it my trade
catch or no catch
perhaps tomorrow, I’ll try my luck
catch or no catch
the day rewards me
with the wonderful walk home
As I trudge upon the wharf’s wooden planks
The Sun peeks over His watery blanket
His rays far outstretched
toward me as if in embrace;
lending a gentle warmth
a final time before the moon’s cold reign
extending – not only to me, but as far up as heaven
Oh if life’s length only stretched that far!
I’d not mind sitting it out
before this Sun’s splendid suspension
between sea and sky
But alas,
the Sun must set.
Advertisements
