The woman in the straw hat hums
as she seasons and pan fries the afternoon catch.
Her faded fishing rod
leans against a plastic bucket
while her cat’s tail weaves
then taps the wooden floor.
The woman’s questioning eyes dart to the paned window--
toward the echo of the sea--
the click of halyard against mast.
But, within this old house
inspired and comforted
by the salt-weathered clapboards.