Poem: The Fisherman

As the idea sets in I sit and think
And then…
I write and write and write
Putting the idea onto paper.


Like a fisherman staring into the ocean
Watching the countless fish swirl around in bliss
Watching all of the bright colors blend into the blue
And become a beautiful shade of everything

Getting an idea is no easy task
You sit staring into eternity which is full of any possibility
And they cast their mind into everything launching through all ideas and outcomes
And then they find an idea

Look it over
Grab it
Reel it in
And write and write and write…