The Driftwood...

Floating from shore to shore...
Sometimes stuck in sands ...
Sometimes in oceanic rocks ...
The dead wood ...
Known as driftwood. ..
Fancies the eyes of a local fisherman...
He retrieves it from in between the dark rocks ...
Deeply entrenched in the sand below...
The fisherman wonders ...
Whether to dry it  and use as fuel ...
Or sit down in solitude ...
And carve the mermaid of his dreams out of it...
Suddenly, he hears the voice drifting in the wind ...
Calling his name ...
He looks at the piece of dead wood ...
And , heaves a sigh...
Catapulting the driftwood...
Back into the warm waters of the ocean.