Published by Off the Coast, Maine's International Poetry Journal; Editors Michael Brown, Valerie Lawson; Fall 2010. Photograph off the net.
When I presented a copy of this poem to Senator Olympia Snowe she said how important it was for all to remember the family's of those lost at sea. I could not agree more. This poem was given by me to the Lubec's Lost Fishermen's Memorial into perpetuity. www.lostfishermensmemorial.com
The Fisherman’s Wife
The reality sinks into her bones
As she thinks of him tangled
In scarves of kelp - Never to be
Warmed by the cold water
As his lungs become a sponge
To my nature. His alveoli were never
Meant to be quenched! Not even
In the womb. But now they float
Like a fetus who breathed too deeply
In my waters of life.
No matter how much I beat the shore
She cannot watch me anymore.
She turns her head to the line
of eiders I keep afloat.
I took her husband! I dragged him down
As he dragged my sandy shelves
For you to feast from my harvested floor.
She cannot watch me anymore
When I presented a copy of this poem to Senator Olympia Snowe she said how important it was for all to remember the family's of those lost at sea. I could not agree more. This poem was given by me to the Lubec's Lost Fishermen's Memorial into perpetuity. www.lostfishermensmemorial.com
The Fisherman’s Wife
The reality sinks into her bones
As she thinks of him tangled
In scarves of kelp - Never to be
Warmed by the cold water
As his lungs become a sponge
To my nature. His alveoli were never
Meant to be quenched! Not even
In the womb. But now they float
Like a fetus who breathed too deeply
In my waters of life.
No matter how much I beat the shore
She cannot watch me anymore.
She turns her head to the line
of eiders I keep afloat.
I took her husband! I dragged him down
As he dragged my sandy shelves
For you to feast from my harvested floor.
She cannot watch me anymore
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