I went out fishing today...
but the fishes were not out to play.

Stood standing
Sun sorching
sea splashing
upon my neck,
around my feet.

I decided to jump,
jump into the blue blue sea.
Liberation.
Played catch with the seahorses,
Had tea with Mr. Octopus.
Listened to the seaweeds whisper,
tales about Pirate Jack's treasures.

The cockles gleamed,
the starfish beamed,
but then I realise I couldn't swim,
it all felt like a vanquished dream.

Cries muffled in the azure depth,
a crashing jet,
a wind-blown hat,
Yet

Yet, further marinate the ocean I do not wish,
with begotten jewels aswhirl from a weary heart,
jewels aswhirl from a weary heart.
Stifled,
debilitated,
swept upon shore,
while overhead the eagles soar.

Watching though, the swallows' flight
I salute
I confide
I see the light.

There are holes in the net,
I have to patch,
A barnacle here,
some sea weed there.
But a good, steady hand, though weathered shall mend,
the hole of holes,
we can,
we can.

And tomorrow

Tomorrow, I shall go fishing again...