11 am poem

The Fisherman

The fisherman sits in his boat

On the hunt

For what, he isn’t sure

Peace

Food

Purpose

The water gently rocks him

As he contemplates his journey

Looking back, he tries without success

To remember why he started

All those years ago

All he knows

Is it’s in his blood

It is who he is

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