fishing

I found him on a great rock
at the edge of the sea.

He didn’t know me,
I asked, “Are you a fisherman?”

He spoke through lost eyes,
“It’s all I’ve ever known.”

I followed his gaze, “What do you see?”
“Green sharks,” he said simply.

I waited a few moments,
then I said, “It’s time to go.”

“But I haven’t caught a thing.”
“You’ve had enough.” (he started to cry)

“Ssh!” I said gently,
and slipped a hook in his mouth.