Lynn, I appreciate your comment on my haiku. Growing up along the banks of the Chesapeake Bay, I witnessed this moment many times. It saddens me because many of the watermen are leaving the water, because of the poor condition of the bay.
Another wonderful thing about Tinywords is the opportunity to travel in verse, all around the world. I begin to better appreciate the wonderment of Basho's first readers of Narrow Road to the Deep North as I read this verse by Meik Blöttenberger.
Of course, we have the advantage of the Internet and Wikipedia to immediately supplement our knowledge of places we hear about, so reading some articles about the cultural decline of Chesapeake Bay, and depletion of its seafood resources, adds a sense of poignancy when I reread this ku by Meik. In that bare flat line I get a sense of the sun setting over the horizon, and over the watermens' way of life; and in the back and forth of my eyes, parsing the verse, searching out the different readings, I actually recreate the swabbing broom of the crew hand.
Subtle and very effective poetry.
This morning I actually awoke in a motel room in a fishing town I am visiting for work.
sunrise glimpsed through
motel door peekhole