Sunday Fishing

Sunday Fishing In a tranquil inlet a boathouse pained red, a wooden pier with steps and a rowboat, tied to the pier. The sea is clear as spring water off a mountain fount, but at the bottom a woman on her back, eyes wide open, around her neck a heavy iron chain. Her long skirt moves with the tide like Brown seaweed and her legs are white as a bride´s dress. The sea darkens a rain shower passes over, then it stops and there is Sunday calm. A man in sou'wester appears, carrying a plastic bucket, he jumps aboard the boat, casts off, rows to the bay and begins fishing. When returning it is getting dark, the bucket is full of fish He secure the boat, before leaving he lights a flashlight to see if he has forgotten anything in the boat, then walks home; and there is calm in the inlet