Life at sea, braving the waves, dancing with storms.

They charge into the deep, casting nets in pursuit of the sea’s secrets

But not today, the sea lies still, the sun retreats behind a veil of cloud.

The boats rest at the pier, gently swaying to the tide’s quiet breath.

I wander without aim, carried by memories of other currents that once cradled me.

The fishermen’s tools lie still, in quiet wait for the sea’s next summons.

Empty nets, knotted ropes, scattered fragments, a tapestry woven from a life at sea.