Tie Then Tie Again

chlI started before my summer did, down at old Classic Harbor Line.

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.