Monday, October 26, 2015

POEM: "The Fisherman"

The Fisherman 

Fish for bait, or the other
the eyes tell it deep or shallow
knowledge, such as it is, hard-won

the day begins with diesel smell 
and rags, I read luck with hope 
sixty years and never read a book
writing a thousand poems in my head

it’s early morning on the river, very still 
I put on a clean shirt and start the motor.

© 2015 Rob Schackne

Photo: Kristin Krahl (2015)


  1. HI Rob, Not tardy but often exhausted... But revive here with yr Fisherman... Admire the poem's clip... me too "writing a thousand poems in my head"... on the road or the river, same difference... Best wishes, K