The Fisherman [a Stormy Night] Poem by alan brown

The light shone evenly upon a distant shore
as man toiled in the moonlit night.
Strength and vigor was his aim
as he tore life from the braking waves.
Bread from the fields mellowed in his mouth
as fish gave ease to his pains of hunger.

Light broke in the cloudless sky
as man drifted effortlessly upon a rolling wave.
As cry's of white winged birds split the silence
as the sea engulfed the small bobbing boat.

Winds raged lifting the sea in eddies
as large as the world itself.
But man toiled on casting his net in anticipation
as the day again turned into night.

Darkness spread like a shadow covering all
as the boat cut deeply through the waves,
Nets were pulled as ores tore flesh
from his straining hands.

Strength alone was never intended on this night
to bring stealth to his weakening arms.
As nets full and moving within a shoal
brought sanctuary to his demise.

Lifted he returned to the shore
never wanting but always needing more.
As the strangers of the night
collected his catch eagerly.