Nor’easter’s Hands

A tale from the Fisherman's fight

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For the crew, I must 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.

By Andrew Scott

From: Canada

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