We had come a long way together,
This boat and I.
She was tired.
She had worked hard,
beating across the Pacific,
pounding through waves,
leaning with the puffs,
standing up, waiting for wind.
She had brought us here.

We had worked hard too.
We had kept her going,
kept her pointed the right way.
We were tired too.

We loved our lady.
As I scratched and soothed
the salt from her back,
She loved me too.