The Deserted Sea Has Lost Its Harmony
How pretty this placid sea
appears to everyone's eyes
in the quietest morning,
not a single sail challenging
the surf of waves rambling;
do I hear a scream
of desperation arising
from the bluest depth?
How somber is to stare
at the deserted sea
that has lost its harmony;
the only noise is the shrill
of the hungry seagulls
swooping down and searching
for salmons and mackerels!
Who has ever confided
his secrets to a taciturn sea
willing to listen and keep them
in its deepest cave of dwelling corals?
Who has ever asked to reveal
them to an enamored, bright-eyed girl?
I dare not ask why all the sailing boats
went missing after the misty sunrise,
are they waiting for the fog to dissipate
and return to the battering shore
overlooked by the unceremonious lighthouse
with a solemn glare suspecting that all freshmen
who set out to catch lots of fish, are lost at sea?
I'll wait until dusk hoping to catch
the flamboyant return of every sailboat
in unchartered waters that have brought
either glory or defeat to each fisherman
fighting off the wild waves that predicted a squall.
During the liturgy, Guido the bearded priest,
lifts the golden chalice while the altar boys
ring the altar bell and repeat an Amen
that confirms the dire fate of the twenty
fishermen who had gone missing since sunrise.
The deserted sea has lost its harmony,
how loud was the joyful song of the fishermen
leaving their home at the first gleams
of the peaceful dawn giving them the fortitude
to earn their living with rough hands and be grateful.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2021
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