Seaside Inspired Poem, Untitled
October 14th, 2008 • Related • Filed Under
The fisherman’s wife waits at the edge
of the fluctuating sea
with one baby in her arms and another in her big belly,
enacting a habit of her ancestors.
As he sculls closer
it is impossible to tell if he has his work’s reward -
octopus is elusive this season since the red tide -
but perhaps he struck some other maritime gold
His catch is their present fortune,
Whether bountiful or barren.
They are unsmiling, expecting nothing, merely being,
like a little family of gods found together.
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