He is a fisherman
In the creamy surf
Casting a line
Whose whistling whine
Whispers a melody on his lips

He is a musician
Who knows the hymnal
Of sounds that sooth
His restless spirit
Playing forever in his mind

He is a woodsman
Where a trail calls
Where a bird sings
Where the pine trees lean

He is a carpenter
Whose hands shape
A translated version
Of his task as seen
Through his perception

He is a humorist
Who creates a laugh
With a stab of razor wit
That sears a surprise
When we know it is coming

He is a fisherman
He is a woodsman
He is a musician
He is a humorist

As the surf curls
When he casts a line
Whose whistling whine
Sings a melody on his lips

05/31/2012