Working On a Boat
There’s no end to worry, when working on a boat.
The relentless sea is always busy,
Eager to embrace her,
Constantly reminding you that ownership is an illusion,
Challenging you to preserve her with
Perception and attention
Before that limitless horizon
Overwhelms her, unimpressed with the
Purity of your desire.
And even when she's trimmed just right,
The bright work polished,
The wind and ocean harnessed in her sails,
And plunging through that vastness,
Adjustments are required,
Your hand on her tiller
Keeping her heeled over
In the slip stream,
Her tell-tails fluttering,
And all that ocean beckoning.
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