The Lobsterman
THE LOBSTERMAN
Hushed silence as the dawn begins unveil
Faded ribbons of beauty appear ever so pale
Morphing in depth and passionate splendor
Eternal, inspirational gifting of nature
The density of darkness vaporizes to light
As all that was shadowed comes into sight
Casts upon the harbor the soft glow of morn
Life’s daily symphony begins to perform
The dawn draws to life each and every thing
With the rising orb new life does it bring
The soft glow of light, the harbor awakes
Lobstermen appear as the new day breaks
This endless ritual begins always the same
Moonrise and sunrise in eternal refrain
And this day, as in days of decades before
He stands in his row boat and raises his oar
Hunched from the weight of years of hard work
Family and responsibilities never to shirk
He nods as he paddles without saying a word
Brothers in a bond that doesn’t need to be heard
The ache in his body is worse on some days
He goes about his work in a reverent haze
This is all he can do - all that he knows
Lifetimes ago ... twas the life that he chose.
Or maybe to say the life that chose him
To sink or to swim is the lobsterman’s hymn
He was raised on a boat, always in boots
He bleeds it from his pores – it’s inbred in his roots
Leaving the harbor barely breaking a wake
He steers his old vessel into the daybreak
Irrelevant is the cold, the heat or a storm
His performance perpetuates each new day born
His story but a drop in an ocean we don’t see
His dedication and ethic simply humble me
Haunted by hunched image in silhouette as he oars
To his life in the harbor whence it is moored.
October 13, 2017
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