Luke 5:1 Disciples
Here are working men
 with hands that are calloused
not consecrated. They are used
 to the burn of ropes,
sweat and smells
 of fish, fraying nets
and the squinting worry
 of work.
This time they
 are the ones caught,
though they try to close
 their eyes,
like fish, they are lidless
 and they are seen.
Somehow they are known
 by this stranger
who smells like blood
 on wood.
Joseph Ross teaches at American University and coordinates poetry and lectures at the Folger Shakespeare Library in Washington, D.C. Photo by Mike Kemp/Corbis.
This appears in the March 2011 issue of Sojourners
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