The Journey of a Fisherman
He sets out to the river before the sun rises,
He asks the spirits to guide him before leaving his house,
Standing at the edge of the river,
He looks up at the sky praying for the blessings of the Divine.
He casts his net into the river waiting patiently,
Sometimes he sings songs of folklore,
A large catch will bring good sales,
Allowing him to support his family.
The sun pours on him,
He calls it a blessing,
He tugs on the net,
He smiles when it has done its bidding,
He pulls up the net summoning the help of the spirits.
Sometimes he goes home with a few catches,
To his chagrin,
He sits alone in front of his house,
Worried about the upkeep of his family,
Bothered about his children not being sent away from school,
He committed to paying a certain amount biweekly until their fees are cleared.
Sometimes when he’s lost in thought,
He hears his mother’s voice,
She reminds him that water is an unending gift of nature,
So also are the resources that inhabit its depth,
Today may not bring much,
But hope in tomorrow will bring abundance,
He smiles with teary eyes.
November 4, 2025.
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