Emerging from the shadows,

propped upside down,

I spied the underside

of a much traveled rowboat.


Born of trees,

formed by hand,

a vessel that carried the lives of men

across turbulent seas.


Recently removed for renewal,

now drying in the sun,

stripped down.


Dedicated labor,

sanding, glueing,

screws tightened

shredded ropes replaced

primed, painted

soon to be sea worthy and flipped right again.


This small boat will continue it’s greater purpose;

Journeying souls

where Fate’s wind blows.