Precious Seconds

five fishing poles
hanging by wharfs
lines cutting ripples
inviting fish to nibble
crabs nip bit by bit
seagulls pick muzzles
from rising rocks
fly up and let it drop
eat meat with loud ark

a man sits there waiting
letting those time ticking
he hasn't caught one, happy
he passed time peacefully
grab his chair; rock slowly
he is enjoying, telling story
even forgets fish are ready

by Manonton Dalan

Comments (4)

i dont understand what all of his poems are about they make no sense to me
The ultimate transcendence of beauty and love in spite of suffering.
The Strife that moves the stars? Allusion to Dante and/or Plato and Aristotle - the love that moves the spheres?