I AM A CRAB NOW

Sunday, August 19, 2012.  Solitary crab in a blue bay, clinging to a weed encrusted wooden post.  I reach with my claws to feed on whatever passes by, and I am wary of the giants walking past me lest they net me and eat me.  I wait for the high tide that will conceal me, or at least give me additional cover.  I am here until I am not, until I move to another location, a better spot in my world.

A VIEW BEYOND

September 18, 2011.  A view out the window on a clear day at the what is left of a factory on the waterfront.  All that remains are the bones of what was once a thriving scene where hundreds were employed in a backbreaking job.  Now it sits, picturesque on blue waters, framed by the window I had earlier opened to let in the crisp afternoon air. It has been painted, photographed, eulogized, romanticized, its roughness forgotten in a world that has moved along.  We no longer wish to toil with our hands in this way - we leave that to others as we pursue finer things.