Woman of the Shore
She followed each shell there on the shore
Zigging and zagging,
frantically following each one with her eyes
Further and further
What gem will she find?
Fisher
There, at the end
Four men stood purely
Holding their poles
Bend in their knees that keeps them stable
Wiping the wave mist from their eyes
Jokes on their lips that keep their spirits high
Casting and casting
What gem will they find?
Bundled in the Breeze
On opposite sides of the jetty
Sat two aged couples
Close and quiet
Beside each other in bundled layers and hot drinks
Breeze through their grays
One couple mirroring the other without any knowledge
Reading their books
To deep depths they travel
What gem will they find?
In the middle
Here on the jetty I sit
The one seeing it all
Quietly reading my own treasure
Birds above
Long socks on below keeping these cold toes warm
Amazed at the words I am reading
When I’m urged to look up from the pages
These are the scenes I found.
As I notice my surrounding
These people finding their own gems
Just am I
Then the sun sets
Darkness and harsher winds approaching
Woman of the Shore walks back home
Slower now
To find that the treasure is all around her
The fisherman packing up their poles
Storing their catches
Heading home to celebrate
But then to see -the real catch is their family
The aged couples each set their books aside,
eyes open seeing the bliss
The best story is forming around them