"trevally" poems
Angling in the ocean unknown,
The waves of eternity swept by,
Creeping time brought along the coldness of fear,
With the warmth disappearing, I started ‘reeling in’ the doubts,
As I retracted, the child in me prodded not to,
With my ego bruised albeit slightly I waited in vain,
Countless minutes bygone my lure finally tugged,
My anticipation roused batting for the Giant Trevally,
Hesitantly I pulled out the gleaming fish amidst the engulfing darkness,
Oh Mackerel it was,
Desolate over the return of my travail,
With my bait questioned,
And my ‘success’ writhing in pain,
I was lost in the gamut of emotions absorbed,
The slap of the caudal fin my epiphany,
I alleviated the fish with a splash,
Liberated and succored by the ‘lowly’ mackerel,
It dawned upon me that
the CATCH was in giving rather than taking.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 6:04 AM UTC