The Old Man And The Sea.
A few years back, but not too long ago.
I saw an old man who sat hours by the sea.
He sat there with a wistful stare and dreamy eyes.
Hour after hour he sat; alone in his thoughts.
I walked by a time or two and said hello and then goodbye.
Still he responded not and just stared out across the sea.
He uttered not a sound; the oceans gentle roar his only friend.
I wondered of his thoughts; I pondered deeply of his dream.
Yet I found no conclusion; no answers to this the old man and the sea.
The tide now came and went; and the old man just stared and wept.
Then without warning, he raised a crooked and gnarled hand.
And he waved a salutary wave at that unseen and distant land.
He then arose and turned his sunburned back to the open sea.
Not once did he turn for a last look as he disappeared in a small grove of trees.
Who was this old man, and who or what was it in his mind did he see?
Was he a warrior of some foreign war and in his last days reliving his grief?
Or was he just remembering when he was a young man who sailed the sea?
I guess that I will never know who the old man could be.
Yet as I too turned to walk away…I heard a song in my mind play.
“Brandy you’re’ a fine girl, but my life, my lover, my lady is the sea”.
Hmm I thought, could he be the one who brought Brandy the finest silver from the north of Spain?
Nah…it was just a song… or was it?
J. Allen Wilson 6/6/08