CH537

Photograph by Chris Lawrence

her bow knew the sea,

foam beckoned on harbor wall 

sea curls stretched to horizon,

yet land restrained

docked for repair,

a boatsman’s pleasure

scraping hull

refreshing blue

his toughened hands

worked and manipulated,

she responded by gaining dignity,

freedom of wave

that sensation of roll awaits,

a new season of trawling

and lobster pots 

and her yearning ends