Propulsion driving through the sea’s swell,
momentum rising and falling as she
glides effortlessly through the water,
showing her true colours and love
for the waters below her hull. Never
fighting, just flowing onward,
wherever the tide takes her. Obeying
her helm so readily, at the slightest touch.
Engines softly turning answer
to the throttle, again effortlessly
doing her will, fulfilling her need
to go – uncharted waters lying
before her, laying down new lines
for further information, she is aware
of the moon and her lunar affect
on the tides, and always she is alert,
along with her human eyes, she
watches for danger and for joy, for logs
and dolphins. Always she is ready
to change direction as asked.
‘Secret’ is her name but not her nature.
Baltimore 2009
Jean A Isherwood Farley.


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