there's a December dance
the trees are doing
subtle with no leaves to lead them
twitching twigs and baying branches
(too old for taking chances)
it was a year ago
on this stretch of shore
that the Saulis sunk
with all souls aboard
and we were moored
to the mourning rocks
with one body washed up
one survival suit
one fisherman's boot
one tried and tired truth
(to make a living from our dying youth)
where the scallops drag you down
to a seabed sleeping deeply
and the mountains on the bottom
of the Bay of Fundy break
and every aging sailor says:
"I am the life
you failed
to take"
~ ~ ~
February 6, 2025
(written December 2021)
Delaps Cove, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6297 of my daily journal.
