Never mind the missing boards,
or the side stove in by storm or war.
Never mind the caulking, rotten and leaking.
The barnacles glued to the hull beneath.
Never mind even
if a rib or few have cracked and sit askew.
Never mind the damage,
whatever it may be.
Restoration is possible
where ever there is love enough,
and time enough,
About this poem
About boats. About lives. About mine.
The picture was taken at Mystic Seaport, a restoration project of the small ship, Australia.