H.19 – Community

I pull the net up, heave after heave, l am a small clog in the machine, one of many,  with an empty belly, working for a meal.

We land the fish , the boats full, many hands maning  the oars take us to shore, together, as one.

This machine with many moving  parts, scaling ,fileting , fire starting, cooking, singing, a team, a family,  a community.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *