Flowers take your places here on land
Against a granite and stone monument
A raindrop has smeared grieving words
On paper left for ghosts of the sea
I am at Seattle’s Fisherman’s Terminal paying my respects to the six lives lost this week on the fishing vessel Destination. (I wrote another poem recently about the tragedy.)
Reading the tributes from family, their loved ones and friends brought tears to my eyes. Some even left the crew’s favorite beer (Rainier is an institution here).
Sadly, this memorial remains standing year round as this is the unpredictable nature of this industry. Seattle is a port town, and we are known for our seafood — and ocean is a part of our blood whether we are regular citizens or fisherman.