Rowing Home by ?

I pull against a sullen sea

To a port of dreams of what might be

I bend a blade to make a wake

Propelled by knowing what’s at stake

Unsleek this wherry seen from above

Its course corrected true by love

Each stroke ended in a feather

Of dripping worry if and whether

You’ll be standing on the dock at last

To grab an oar and make all fast

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