End of Sagamore

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