you are invited to fish,

cast a mind out for hope

in five oceans, from one lush island
just a hook, a line, one sinker,

trawling through sly workings of turquoise

and dream, you, invited, fishing
under talc light from far flung moons,

lapped by erratic tides,

these five oceans, on one lush island
standing, sideways in water,

taking in ink blots, scribbles, veins

of thinkings, you, invited to fish
call it the lost art of pastels,

ponds of forget, deep hues of solace

in five oceans and on one lush island
but knee deep, waves in whisper,

hope tugs, hope runs, hope is but horizon

on five oceans and from one lush island

where you stand, invited, fishing