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.