I am
I am by Christopher White
I am a fisherman with a rod
I hear the water beating the soft rocks that lie in streams
I hear the waves that crash against the cliff sides along the oceans
I see blue landscapes that go beyond the horizon
I am a fisherman with a rod
I touch the clouds as I cast my line further than my eyes can perceive
I understand the wind and currents
My hook is submerged but remains bare
I am a man
This poem is about:
Me