Fishing Lines
His old hand on the fishing rod patiently awaits
to feel the fish move
Through the hook
to the fishing line
to the rod
while his eyes follow her young hands,
leading colourful beads
through the needle
to what’s left of his fishing line
The sun shines on.
Dazzled by the light coming through the colourful beads…
A scenic piece that reminds me of ‘Illuminate’; a song by Orbital/David Gray:
‘Paint the world anew
Find a way to open all the joy in order to
Illuminate the strain
Fireworks in the blue
B’yond the burstin’ endless shine
Show me where the real light is’
thank you
i should get that song, it reads nice, must sound even better
sometimes waiting is good…it gives you a chance to observe.
agreed… as long as the waiting is not for too long, and as long you know to observe
There’s an amazing piece about waiting, within “The Places you’ll go” by Dr. Seuss. I think you might like it :)