Sonny’s Dream
The sound of the alarm at 3 a.m
Buzzing as though it were a bee
The aroma of coffee approaching my nose
engine gargling as I turn the key
we start to sail
Into the rising sun
As the darkness fades
Rippling water up and down
Charging along the bow
As we head out at sea
No wind to be felt
The water so calm
As we keep sailing along.
The sun has risen
And work has begun
In the view just ahead
More colors than a rainbow
The buoys float a top the ocean.
Screeching of the hauler
The rope has appeared
Attached a square trap
With living creatures
Slow motion of the lobster
Fast moving of the crab
Hands reaching every way
inside the trap
Now at high speed
The traps have gone under
The last dump is done
As we sail for home
In relief of a long day
with another one to come.
