Mending Nets
Posted 05-03-2009 at 01:24 AM by The Anchorite
Mending Nets
From afar I watched
the old woman mending nets,
alone on the pier as the sun
settled low in the western sky.
Her rough, knotted walnut hands
skillfully twist strands of polyfiber,
like rosary beads,
into the gaps
where a few silver sardines
made their escape
the night before.
In her prayerful state she toils,
her breathing in unison with the sea
lapping against the small stony pier.
She glances to the horizon.
A single brightly painted fishing boat
emerges against the omega sun.
She crosses herself and knows
her prayers have been answered.
- Eric Rhodes
From Oasis of Love
Books by Eric Rhodes - Lulu.com
From afar I watched
the old woman mending nets,
alone on the pier as the sun
settled low in the western sky.
Her rough, knotted walnut hands
skillfully twist strands of polyfiber,
like rosary beads,
into the gaps
where a few silver sardines
made their escape
the night before.
In her prayerful state she toils,
her breathing in unison with the sea
lapping against the small stony pier.
She glances to the horizon.
A single brightly painted fishing boat
emerges against the omega sun.
She crosses herself and knows
her prayers have been answered.
- Eric Rhodes
From Oasis of Love
Books by Eric Rhodes - Lulu.com
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