Nightly Moves

Nightly Moves

Like last night and the night before the tide refreshed San Francisco’ s harbor…
And the tired old fishing vessel sways in its currents.

Long and stormy trips have left their mark on this old man.
The wheelhouse smells of the stench of yesterday’s catch and the wet fishermen’s boots.

But now he rests his bones and prepares for tomorrow’s early start.

He can hear his Captain approaching his bow…
As the crew begins to work independently and efficiently.

They are ready to roll…
He joins the fleet as they pass through the Golden Gate to the open sea.

The Nightly Moves winds to an end as the old fisherman chugs toward the morning sunrise.