042010m When Will I Touch Ground Poem by Manonton Dalan

shot from bow; trailing a line tied to hawser
man picks it up; pull it in; to put around bollard
winches pull ropes to get closer to the pier
i can hear the applauding welcoming crowd
some with bouquet of flowers, some with basket
dress to impress the queen or for their kings

wiggled myself between white uniformed sailors
to have a good look of the shore i miss for days
my car is still at the parking lot waiting for me
it will be another two hours before we can go
they have to tie the ship and put up the brow
pier services love that overtime so taking time