Early morning sun illuminates rolling, foam-streaked whitecaps on a clear, cold Atlantic Ocean morning.
Early morning sun illuminates rolling, foam-streaked whitecaps on a clear, cold Atlantic Ocean morning.

Ocean, this morning, I awaken to Rose-streaked
Dawn, dazzling lights. Burning sun rising, blue
Transparent sphere, low-scudding clouds, gold-
Shimmering sunsets, all of these are within your
Splendorous dominion, magnificent tapestries.

Heaving with leaden waves, what secret wisdom
Do you possess? What passions deep currents
Reveal? As a child of Newfoundland, follower of
Rolling foam, I loved you before understanding,
Respecting your white-crested majesties.

With a thrust of diesels, releasing trawl net,
We gather forward motion, booms lower, net
Expands, and with solemn prayers, our mid-
Water trawl takes your fish. The bow in spray,
We push on in faith, without fear or tragedy.

Amongst great canyons we navigate, a chart in
Heart and mind, I follow your telling lights for
Fish others miss or minimize. For moments
We are one – sea, ship, and crew – seafaring
Wave riders, silver swells, divine rhapsody.

Ocean, we share kinship and love few could
Fathom, your myriad of emotions: sunny calm
Days, wind-swept torrential rains. On wrathful
Nights, you raise howling gales, boat-breaking,
Streaked seas, mariner’s pained agony. 

With our hold full of ice-packed fish, we plow
Home, diesels churning, grateful for every
Beating heart stilled by cold, how my family
Makes a living. Radar ranging home buoys again,
I return to shoal waters, humbly, thankfully.

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