My reasons for being there were as murky as the water.
Still, I pushed off the rocky ledge and into the ocean, spear in hand,
having convinced myself that a fish for dinner was all I sought.
However moving blindly ahead, spear, now more a cane than a weapon,
surrendering to the pull of the ocean (or was that you brother Moon?),
it all became clear.
And though I left without a fish,
I was nourished.
A deep hunger,