Prancing along a seaside dock,
I start to spin like the hands
Of a clock, telling time
As fast as it can, never wavering,
Out of rhythm, never skipping
A happy beat.
I stop a moment to collect myself,
As my silly brain keeps on spinning,
And I almost lose my balance.
But I don’t topple, thank goodness.
It’s all a part of a simple day
Among the boats and fishermen.
Measure and scrub, tie and lift.
Simple and sure, tried and true.