As I descend a winding path
face tinged and nostrils teased
I approach the wave lapped shores
of an inland cliff lined sea.
Summer is all pervasive
insects drone the air
in the frenzy of nature’s resurgence
I share an incandescent scene.
A group of salted fishermen
from incoming boats descend
to land the profit of their toil.
In the shade of their boat house walls
the embers of an open fire
roast sampled species from the catch.
A gesture of the hand invites me to partake
the eldest of the group signs the cross of Christ
breaks the bread and shares the fish.
I know now that on that day
I shared the miracle of a meal
not there and with a few
but back in time with many more
on the shores of Galilee.