Through my life I walked a path,
Through landscapes far and near.
At time there was upon that path
A single man no warning given,
The very same come sun or rain.
In time I did expect him
And knew him without fear.
He took a thousand forms,
But it was him a thousand times.
Good day, good day, good day,
Were all the words that he would ever say.
And in return I doff my cap,
Tell him all my silly jokes
Or boring little rhymes.
I think him always naked,
Nudity his well ironed garb.
He smelt of ocean’s seaweed,
Of camphor and bright light.
The man perhaps a fisherman,
And one day with a polished hook,
Would snare me with its barb.
- Date: 24th May 2015