Look up, the sky and vast the sea of stars
The waves that kiss the rocks, they whisper ‘lo
The lobster, sun-like, life is behind bars
Both burning bright of orange, red, and yellow
Abstract and crumbling, climb the rough hill’s scree
The choice — or lack thereof — to sit and pray
Wind whips and wails your face with salty sea
Drive gravel roads, see long grass near the bay
These dark swells of east sea bed ensnare
The cod from Grand Banks, gutted, dry, and slack
The greenhouse brings his salty tears through air
Yet 10 years pass, same deep blue, green, and black
Small pink coat with young feet on rocky coasts.
Swapped out for a new shade that sees the ghosts
Qualipu (ha-lee-boo) Mi’kmaq First Nations, West Coast Newfoundland.
Photos taken by me in August, 2023.
