Commercial Fisherman:an Excerpt – Pieter Dominick


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