Slightly overcast skies
A ball of orange pierces through the clouds
I've been on station for two and a half-hours
Waiting
Tugs churning the water
Waiting
To free us from captivity
Our wardens stand waving goodbye from pier-side
At last we shall have peace
For being at sea soothes the soul
Restricted maneuvering set
The small tugs roar out with brute strength
Slowly guiding us seaward
Cutting through the murky waters
Creeping slowly pass other sea-going vessels held captive
Shackled to the pier by boatswain crafted lines
For there are others saddened by our departure?
Wishing they could be released as well
To the vivid blue sea water
Aahh
Again we set sail for adventures unknown