With my straight khaki pants on and my white polo shirt tucked in tight.
My job wasn’t hard I said ” I know just what to do”,
but I learned more about the Rhythm of Line then what I previously thought I knew.
It’s the quick thump the line makes as it hits my hands,
the swift eights I draw around the cleat, the hitch I pull in tight, just right.
It’s the gate I open when I’m done,
the wait I wait for,
For boats to come.
So that when the Rhythm of Line starts again it doesn’t really end,
Till I can tie then tie again.