Yes, lots of things happen in our lives. They are markers for us as we go upon our way, and the grounding of a fishing boat on the treacherous backshore of Cape Cod was certainly a marker for me, in so many ways. So many metaphors could be applied. Happily, the vessel was towed off the beach as the highest tide in the moon cycle was reached, and Mother Nature watched over this boat for the four days she was ashore by keeping the ocean waters calm. So what has happened in your neck of the woods lately? Dogs or deer fell through the ice and were rescued? Fires burned, tornadoes spawned, loved ones moved away or passed away. Write it down, at least on your calendar books. Or actually sit down, as is our mission here, and write a paragraph, a poem, a short story. No judgement. Just for you.
Stranded Vessel
She sits on the beach-
The Carrabessett,
An eighty-foot-long tub of iron
Fully rigged for dragging.
This time,
She was the one dragged
By tide, pushed by wind
(Sitting not far from where
the British warship HMS Somerset
Hung up on the Peaked Hill Bar
with 400 souls aboard
In 1778.)
Plans broken? No just postponed.
Nobody died.
The tides are growing, expanding.
Soon the highest tide will arrive
On the darkest night.
The night of the new moon,
That is her hope.
Perhaps the rope wrapped around her propeller did her in.
The Carrabessett knows how
The entangled Whales feel. Irene M. Paine
written 12/3/2021