Writer 

Jodie McCarthy

Western Australia


 

STANDING SENTINEL

020

       

I still see him
standing sentinel
as the sun sets,
a black form
against the golden sky.

It seemed to me
he became one with the rod
in that moment.

I thought he was immovable,
planted in the sand,
the wind,
the waves,
the setting sun,
never swayed him.

He answered only
the imperceptible call,
the gentle twitch
on the end of his line.

I still see him
when the sun hits the wave.
His shadow,
his stance,
an illusion
caused by the salt in my eyes.

I thought he was immovable,
and so he was.
Until he heeded the call
we were unable to hear.