Diary – Fishermen’s tools

Life in the sea braving waves and challenging storms.

Charging away on their boats to lay the nets and catch the prey.

Not today. The sea is calm, the sun is shy hiding behind the clouds.

The boats are in the pier, moving slightly to the rhythm of the tide.

I walk without a purpose, remembering other currents that cradled my past.

Looking at the fishermen’s tools in stand by waiting for the next ride,

I see empty nets, tight knots, bits and pieces, fragments of a wondrous life!