I’ve read the story a dozen times
and seen the movie versions
as many times
or more

and still

when Santiago
pulls the huge fish
alongside

the sharks always come
and eat his beautiful fish

and I always wish
just once
the old man
would get the fish
into the boat

and return
victorious

but that’s never
what happens

and every time
I tear up just a little
because I know
every old man
loses a fish to
sharks one day

a magnificent frigate bird
guides his course

the winds rise
the seas rise

in a sandy bar
the old men drink
the young men laugh

sunset arrives

Image credit:Enrique Hidalgo

I’ve been writing poetry since I was a little kid. I think that poetry is probably my native language. In my best work, I think that I’m able to create something that feels like truth. If you find something in my words that move you, something that makes you smile , something which gives you pause for reflection , then I’m grateful. I sell real estate from time to time, and in moments of grace or despair, joy or terror, times of wonder and gratitude, I sail about in my good old ketch , Further.


Further - a distance that can’t be measured.