acrostic poem of a fisherwoman

Morning, she sets out to the sea–
A place where one solemn prayer
Rings out to the waves, to the sun…
Interminable ripples of good dreams,
Engraved among the pebbles on her toes.

Just another woman among five fishers,
Odd-pinnate leaf in a garden of wildness.

Zanies once crossed her fishing tackle,
And the spirit was high on the waters;
Mad laughter of a grateful company
Breaking any and all surface tensions.

Rocks and mountains, she’s halfway
As fate addled quest blows her away
Nigh and nigh, the tired drifter,
Oblivious yet advertently, ready for the waters.

On her knees, digging for wiggly baits,
Singing along with the songs of the outdoors
Old soul, and wiser through the years.

Restlessly at peace, running on sand…
In trance with the calling wind of home,
Of the sea…home at last!

*to Captain Badj H. ( May 19, 2015 )

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