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.
