Solitary rower heading
back from market.
It’s Saturday.
Nowhere to be.
Light strain on the oar – feeling the
grain of the wood.
Drawing in the
air on the sea.
Riding the tide, heartbeat of the
ocean. Steady
homeward with the
papers to tea.
Solitary rower heading
back from market.
It’s Saturday.
Nowhere to be.
Light strain on the oar – feeling the
grain of the wood.
Drawing in the
air on the sea.
Riding the tide, heartbeat of the
ocean. Steady
homeward with the
papers to tea.