The storyteller

He's a master storyteller
with a crooked grin
and a coarse papery skin..
He sat wheelchair-bound,
an archaic wisdom lying within
the watery depths of his eyes..

Presently, he was telling a tale
'Of an effervescent sea that
brings forth far off tidings
Only to pass them on, unaware!
While the receding shore watch
the horizon, the waves rising
wishing to ride them once more
wanting to set sail again!'

I let my hands do the translation
As the kids followed them and the story
One of them signed
'Shore setting sail?Does it ever?'
With a twinkle in his eyes
he said 'Yes, it does.
On the paper boats
You set out to the open sea!'