Oar Posted on April 4, 2022December 27, 2021 by Daniel Rattelle Fishing-drunk in the Connecticut and no miraculous catch, you row for home.What short thrusts from sternto bow you giveare given back in long strides across the water.You leverage the world which looksto be the thing that moves while the boat holds still.Back and forth you heave the oarslike the sawyer in a cuckoo clockand it was getting late. And I was afraid. that you would be held therebetter than the cleat hitch you tied and sworewould never slip. Dan Rattelle is an MFA candidate at the University of St Andrews. He is the author of the chapbook, The Commonwealth, and lives in Massachusetts. Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestLinkedInRedditTumblrPocketLike this:Like Loading...