Trawlers and Drifters—which was which?
Though born sea-blooded I preferred
watching water from firm earth but I
always wanted to be a Trawler,
hauling hidden riches from the deep,
dripping with slippery thoughts to make
buyers gawp when my catch
splattered about their shiny shoes
making them jump back in
astonishment and fear.
Many years later, alone in the dark,
feeling the sea beneath me by its
heave and swell, I'm content that all along
I was a Drifter, the haul is meagre and
I do not expect to find anyone
waiting on the quay.
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