The expanse above peers into the depths
Here fishermen reap as though they’re netting
featherless birds from the blue hills
where cumulus sheep casually drift
Land sky & sea all merge in Galilee
They fish for musht grip heavy nets
which shimmer & rip into their hands
drip into water & into their cedar boat
The sons of Zebedee float across the face of the deep
lift sails high dip oars into the inverted sky
familiar with the way squalls rip
over the hills whip up mountainous waves
& how the sea behaves
He knew how bad this storm was
darkness churning above & below
surges tossing them as he Peter Andrew
& John pulled at the tiny ship’s oars like slaves
fearing the spill of water over the gunwale
& so he was all the more startled
when all ceased at his Lord’s Peace be still
& yet on a similar night crossing after he got
over the shock was more able to accept
Christ’s walk across those shiny waves
Often while his ears listened to his Master talk
to the crowds his eyes would sail
over the Judean hills that appeared to undulate
like Galilee bearing boat-shaped clouds For years
he’d watched bright seabirds easily float
on a breeze that seemed as constant as water
as solid as earth & so again he was better prepared
when Jesus rose into the sky & disappeared from sight