Published by Cirque Press Books, 2019
When the full moon rises over the hills
of Wrangell in midsummer, our quadrant tangles
in spruce trees & mist. In its beauty
is also its pain. It is at peak only for an instant
before it begins to wane & we harbor
beneath its filtered silver light
for only one night under the shredding sky.
A white-tailed doe swims across
the neck of Anita Bay to Etolin Island,
resolute against the tug of the ebbing tide,
glancing at the MV Tahoma,
its crew of seven, then quickly
eyes the land once more. We are reminded
of the animal need for wariness;
we are confident she will make shore.
We cast our shrimp pot in Santa Anna Inlet,
but it comes up empty, save for inedible
sculpin & juvie halibut. We wish the rafted
pair of purse seiners near us better luck because
we know that fish are fickle & feed where they must,
setting a course away from our great sea hunger.