Tuesday, June 2, 2009


Photo: www.hardascole.com

My reasons for being there were as murky as the water.
Still, I pushed off the rocky ledge and into the ocean, spear in hand, 
having convinced myself that a fish for dinner was all I sought.
However moving blindly ahead, spear, now more a cane than a weapon,
surrendering to the pull of the ocean (or was that you brother Moon?), 
it all became clear. 
And though I left without a fish, 
I was nourished.
A deep hunger,