An Old Clinker Boat in Williamstown
There is a sadness at the sight
of this wreck of a boat,
beached on a brick pad,
paralyzed and deprived
of riding the tides or being swung
on a mooring line by waves
and wind. It sits as a curiosity
to attract a passing eye,
a ruptured monument to the precincts
maritime history. With a gaping
hole and peeling paint
it is a mere caricature
stripped of dignity.
On walks I often pass it or sit
nearby as if in silent vigil
or just to keep it company
for a while. I would like
to see it given a fate
more fitting than being an exhibit
of progressive decay.
Silly of me perhaps to endow it
with worth and be moved
to write these words and do honor
to the hands that made it,
feel a sense of sorrow
as a weathered soul
is sometimes inclined to do
when confronted by such a sight.
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