The Guga Stone
Sometimes goodness is not within the solan goose.
There are times it lets loose evil,
when its arctic wings cast shadows on smooth
waters, bringing dark news and upheaval
to men on days of peace,
when it seems to pluck and seize the high wind,
capture thunder to release
wrath upon its rivals,
these fishermen with vessels
moving through quiet seas.
And that is why men clutch the guga stone
in gnarled and calloused fingers,
a talisman that soothes them like a prayer,
the means by which they figure
the tricks and ruses of that ruthless bird
as it sweeps indignities on those
who misuse and abuse its world.