Beneath the hat
his face is red
his nose painted white
his singlet curved
ripped and torn
grey in early light
Perched on rock
patrolled by crabs
waves besiege his ledge
his territory marked
by esky, bait and a flagless pole
hung over the edge
He held the pole
with meaty paws and tree trunk arms
his face a total blank
a dull expression often seen
on people queuing in a bank
So why do this?
What is his quest?
Here now I’ll take time
to guess.
He may search for rest by sea
to dream by waves alone
he may meditate in peace
away from mobile phone
viewing another world
from the safety of the rock
Of course his purpose may be different
he may have another wish
he may long to make
just one story true
by catching a single fish
