The Subject and the Stranger
Six men of the west walk away from us. As far as I can tell, there’s no invitation to follow. They walk in mute colours with mute backs telling no difference of temper or humour or mood. Moods are for clouds, like the ones beyond buoyant and rumpled blue and white blended. Men are for fishing, for working. They walk to their work fit with one rope and three pairs of folded hands across a widepuddled beach to a small blue boat beside rocks as mute as the men’s backs as rumpled as the clouds as still and stubborn as only rocks and occasionally men, seas skies, tides fish and thoughts can be. The men know we watch them, know we wonder about them, but our wonder is not returned. All thoughts are on the work ahead the small blue boat the long white lip of surf the sum of the catch, the shift in the clouds. We must not take our strangeness here so personal. René Ostberg René Ostberg is a native of Chicago who still resided in Illinois. Her writing and photography have been featured at Literary Orphans, Drunk Monkeys, Eunoia Review, Booma: The Bookmapping Project, Rockwell's Camera Phone, and The Writing Disorder, among other places. Her website is reneostberg.wordpress.com.
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