Pablo's Canvas

The bay at sunrise came with a rainbow
of faded fishing boats bobbing on subtle waves,
flashing olive green and soiled yellowed nets.

Pablo scurried about untying his boat, folding nets,
the sun reflecting off of his dingy fishing cap,
eyes squinted seaward and a hopeful heart.

Women shouldered their baskets and bundles of
love contained within their memories soon
to be set adrift with prayers of a safe return.

Chores of the village will fill the time of their hands
but their hearts will anguish over the perils of the sea,
for family and friends destined to these family traditions.

At the end of the day when light is nigh tearful
women forlorn of impending doom, anxiously watched
for their small colorful boats to glean from the horizon.

Pablo's eyes smiled, reunited, connected without words,
but with faces displayed as the canvas of their days.