At dawn he enters the estuary. Day, night married in the golden ripples, like soft purple robes. While waves gently lap the sides of his skiff he surveys the staked rows – full of oysters, and breathes musky spray and seaweed coming from slimy mollusks.
The night before, in small lamplight, needle and thread deliberate – (up down cross left right); he mended his nets worn through by salt and sun. He rose early to enter the ritual waters, putting the boat out and stepping in. His methodical oars stroked the murky waters: the rising and kneeling in a Sunday pew. And he casted his eyes off the right side.
Bending down he presses the oyster into his palm as sea and salt intertwine in flesh.
Samuel is an aspiring poet living in Tallahassee, Florida. A recent college graduate, he is looking to begin a career in journalism, but his true passion is poetry and fiction writing.