I don’t know much about the Bering Sea
Except that it’s cold
Deep
Dangerous
Everything I know is from television
Fishermen turned TV stars
Everyday men doing deadly work
Weather that drives it all

Everything I know is from television
Except that you’re there

At night I think of you and
I can feel the cold wind
See the white crests of waves
Washing over the deck
As young men struggle to hold on
And pull lines of fish aboard,
Their focus split between life and livelihood

I whisper you name
Say a prayer
Push away the fear
Send you my love

And wish I didn’t know anything about the Bering Sea