The Wise One Poem by Catherine Habbie

A wise old man sat on the stone
Many a sin he knew he had to atone
His crinkled eyes
Though gave the game away

He just sat patiently
For another day
The break of dawn
The rising wave

Perhaps he thought
Of distant realms
Or heard stifled cries
From the ancient streams

But all too soon he is back in his cave
He pondered over the times of yore
With furrows deep inside the core
Why he was a lion just waiting to roar

He woke up at last from that deep reverie
Perhaps it was just not to be
Back he went to the thinking stone
Sins uncommitted that's what I've to atone

So now the man just swims in the sea
Living life as it was meant to be
Carefree as can be
He knows he has all of eternity