Sunday, June 25, 2023

There's a Hole

There's a hole

In the boat 

Of my soul 

A mortal crack through which dark cold flows 

I strive and I row 

Through the hissing waves 

For I know 

When I haul up panting 

On the firm welcome sand 

Familiar-faced fishermen with work-scarred hands 

Will mend that 


In the boat 

Of my soul