Not Quite a Relic

Don’t let appearances fool you.
The old boat that looks stranded
amindst sand and stone,
grey and well worn,
is being quietly restored from the inside out.
Unseen, the work continues,
waiting for the tide,
higher than the rest, a storm tide,
when to the surprise of everyone,
I will sail away.

About this poem

About boats. About the work that happens inside.

Poetry is never about one thing.

Tom