poem for a day of storms…

October 30, 2012

Placard design by Egress Studio
2009 Merit Award

Wife of a Fisherman*
By Niel Pfundt

Do you see that lady? At the end of the dock
In the dark, in the rain; wind tossing her hair?

Do you see how she paces? One way then the other
Stops to look; stares into night, wet jacket flying?

She is the wife of a fisherman and knows that a night,
One like this, dark and dirty, makes the water mean.

She’s been out there too, she knows the sounds,
The constant motion, water, boat, everything aboard.

In the dark rain-thick air, out on the black water
A dim light appears, fades, disappears, shows again.

In a flying cloud of spray, the faint shadow of a hull
Twists in the sea, defined by red and green sidelights.

Rounds the breakwater as men on deck lower fenders
Call out cheerfully; toss lines up to the dock.

The fisherman’s wife unclasps praying hands
Takes a line, drops the eye neatly over an iron cleat.

*Copyright 2009 by Niel Pfundt. This poem appears in POETRY WALK: Sue C. Boynton Poetry Contest – The First Five Years. Placard design by Egress Studio.

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