The bright red boat sat waiting
Waiting for him to arrive
To swiftly take to the water
Rocking over the waves
In search of the perfect spot
He was in his element
Attuned to the lake
In a Zen state waiting himself
For that first little nibble
To bring in the big one
And capture all he can
But the time never came
A sign went on the boat
Announcing it was for sale
The fisherman can’t come
He’s casted his last line
Leaving behind a legacy
And an empty bright red boat
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See (WDYS) #138
Leigha Robbins 