Fishing
They were mending nets, baskets, lamps all afternoon;
the weather looked very good for fishing: low clouds
the gray-blue of the sky had faded away. When night came
we could see from the village shivering lights in the sea
as if it was us fishing in the opposite direction; soon
we got tired from that vague certainty. We went to bed.
We never found out whether they caught any fishes.
Hellenic Canadian Literature 