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Nor'easter's Hands

12/1/2020

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For the crew, I have to steer us through this.
The nor’easter came on so suddenly.
Clear, blue skies to grey violence
without a clear warning.
 
Day started with checking lobster traps.
A great haul for the day.
Smiles booming all around.
Sailing home would be effortless.
 
Now the crew are below,
can feel their worry
and cries with every rough wave.
We were not prepared for this.
 
Trying to see through the rain.
Thinking of our families,
the ones sitting at home,
staring out their windows
hoping to see their spouses
coming through the door.
 
Up here all I see is darkness
from the pellets of rain.
Direction is purely by instinct
in hopes of finding land,
to dock like any other day.
 
Tense and scared,
heart is pumping in my skin.
Know I do not have
a say in our fates.
It is either the ghost
from the water that will guide
or the unforgiving Nor’easter’s Hands.
 
September 22, 2020
©Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2020
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