Step by step
Long arms
Hunched shoulders
A Breton T-shirt
Beneath his canvas jacket
It is as if
He was looking at me
As I was walking
But he passed by
Without saying a word
The fishing man too
Is also all alone
Yet he does appear
To have a purpose and a method
For his support of solitude
Should I have lunch
How late was breakfast
Isn’t my body supposed to tell me
All that I need to know
Yet today it doesn’t seem to want to
