Too Long Away Poem by Severien Meyer

Too Long Away



Too Long Away
(by: Sev Meyer)

She’s been open to the air
For too long now, and...
While I was away, the old salt
Running the boat yard
Needed more room.

And so... up the track
With tightened cable
And squeaking winch,
On wooden cradle,
Wood against wood,
She came to rest... here.

And looking at her
With nostalgic gaze,
I remember her glory days.
No fog too dense,
No storm too strong,
Could keep her from each waiting port.

With billowed jib
And mainsail stretched,
She flew before the wind;
Graceful lines parting
Majestic waters,
With frothy roil trailing astern.

But I have been too long away.
And now, neither buckets of sawdust,
Nor tubes of caulk,
Could fill her aged cracks.
Nor could scraper, primer, brush and paint
Ever mask benign neglect.

She sits on her crib
A rotting monument to what she was.
Her grace and my pride
Now sail as one, to final ports...
And come to dock
Where well-spliced lines,
Flemished upon our decks,
Need not again be tied.

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