the fisherman

the fisherman lives in a hut, alone
near the water, on the sand
he tends his small cabin
each morning comes a gull and wakes him
each morning, sweeping the sand from the floor
he talks to the waves
the gull expects him to be there
the sand waits to be swept
the ocean answers his call
the fisherman, a part of this place
near the water, on the sand
he is never alone