The Sea Is Not a Fragile Place

Jan Richardson

Jan Richardson

The sea is not a fragile place
hard in its own way as a glacier
moving in & out again on moraine
trapping in its turquoise depths
the poor vagrant souls of time

We sail over the open waters
on thin skin of living creatures
lost in the carbon hull fashioned
out of the oozings of the earth
living things long since passed

“I love you, O Lord, my strength.
    The Lord is my rock,
       my fortress, and my deliverer.
    My God, my rock in whom I take refuge,
      my shield, and the horn
         of my salvation, my stronghold.
    I call upon the Lord,
       who is worthy to be praised,
          so I shall be saved from my enemies.” ~ Psalm 18:1-3


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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