Mending Nets

Dockworkers on strike, the ocean gray and choppy. Wind whips the rigging of a sailing ship with its weathered hag – figurehead once lovely in a gentler age. What Time weaves of us. A line from memory flits to places farther inland, when you were younger, every- thing graced with light: the rain, the chickweed, and the burdock leaf. Tomorrow, another ship comes in.