Watching the Fishermen
No words. You
Suddenly sat, anchored down on crossed legs,
Tiny hand reeling mine,
All the while silently
Watching the fishermen.
Three, all cigarettes and beers,
Spitting and laughing coarsely until
One bobbed around,
Wading into your gaze.
In your net now, all shark submerged and he
Smiled joyfully at you,
Hooked in your wondrous stare.
By Dermy McNally
Image: Swan Lake (aka Peters Lake) Monaghan Town, EIRE