COMMERCIAL FISHERMAN: AN EXCERPT
She’s there at the dock
holding his child an infant.
He squats on the deck in a clammy fog
touching his beard with wet fingers.
She’s pale. They’re Bible people.
grace and peace be multiplied
cast your care the sea seeketh whom
it may devour
Coming in over the shoals and the breakers
eyewitness to the majesty of divine nature,
on a clear morning a day star may arise
in your heart and you escape
the pollution of the world.
some things continue as they were
from the beginning of creation….
Pieter Dominick, from Seed Syllables, and Other Poems
Just back from the Cape Cod Islands – the sunset over Racy Point at the tip on a rainy day with winds at 50 mph gusting — blowing me over so I could barely get the photo – well, this poem is so beautifully in sync with my soul right now. Thank you. Cathy