My hands are calloused and arthritic from heaving weights of cares, and show the heaviness of skin and bones encrusted with years of salt. Just like those of the fishermen, forever mending their nets, patiently re-knotting each torn hole, with the dexterity of their hands. Some days I see helplessness in their efforts,

just like the way I feel when I cannot hang on to my walker and start moving in slow steps, wearing my winter clothes. Tired and helpless! Perhaps things will improve, I think to myself~ but they don’t. Once I had thought that the dead might pay us a visit, step across the threshold of home and memories, and I would

feel the gentle touch on my shoulder or hear soft whispers of “hi, I am here,” and the room where I meditate would fill with the warmth of their scents, and I would know that they have come to visit me. But I realized that when someone died, the unraveling begins, and knew then that gone was really gone; like the beauty of

slender fingers, the fullness of youthful skin of hands, the holes in the fisherman’s nets, and like the heavy cares of age, slowly, very slowly, the knots come undone. Sometimes they are discarded, and other times we try to mend what is lost, from the nets of our lives.

©ZSA -November 16, 2014


About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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13 Responses to NETS

  1. sunsetdragon says:

    So sad and so beautiful.
    The older I get the closer I feel those who have gone before and who are waiting for me to step through the veil.
    I yearn for their comfort now myself but not to be.
    Hugs my friend and enjoy the week ahead.

  2. mrswrangler says:

    Hope your hands feel better soon. The weather can not be helping

    • Zakiah says:

      Ha ha, there is nothing wrong with me. My poems and discourses are always fictitious, and full of fantasy. They say that if you convey the sense where the reader feels that the writing is true and palpable, then the idea of conveying fiction to impress, is worthwhile and complete.
      Thank you for your concern. I am old, but I am VERY active, play tennis and golf, and play on the Sitar for my own self. Very busy with my children. My idea was not to fool you at all. But I feel good that you thought I was talking about myself! 😉

  3. Humor_Me_Now says:

    I am closed to using a walker than my wife realizes, and I am OK with that. I will need it for my hurting back and will help me like grocery carts in the grocery store. I am 81 and my body is getting mad. My heart is still 17 like the first time I saw my wife to be, but alas, my body cannot perform as in the past.

    I hope you feel better and continue to enjoy your wonderful family and friends.



  4. Zakiah says:

    Thank you Frank. I feel great! Please read my response to Mrs. Wrangler. I too feel like I am in my teens and early twenties. I should always put a disclaimer in my posts, that it is not about me. 🙂

  5. kaylar says:

    love it. especially knowing that it is fiction. i am not able to make things up, whole-cloth, like that. but, i am an odd one. 🙂

    • Zakiah says:

      ❤ appreciate your comment. I think I live in a land of fantasy. One of these days, I am going to be hit by some giant boulder, and that will put some sense in me. 🙂

  6. This brought tears to my eyes. What a beautiful write. I guess if we live long enough we will all be “there” some day. But, I’m glad we’re not there yet! 🙂
    Your words always touch my heart, SweetZ! 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂

  7. rudyhou says:

    very beautifully written, zakiah. such a poetic interpretation on the picture. it is such a nice picture too. did you take that one yourself?

  8. Gee… this made me pause and think about where I am in life. Well done as always.

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