I read that fishermen
lose fingers if rings catch in netting,
and rarely do they wear wedding bands.
You’re the only man I know
who could handle life
on a fishing boat, so the hand I saw
holding the net was yours.
I don’t always want to be
your wife, can’t make you dance
in public, don’t want to give up
everyone I could love, but I confess
that when I saw you, rain slick,
red face and a rough
sea behind you, my first thought
was how do I get him off that boat
and home, safe beside me?