Sailors at bay in the harbor today
But later we'll trek deeper waters
To pause is such grace
But our anchors will raise
And the currents will tug us out farther
But if I were a river, if I were a lake
If I were a pond, well, perhaps I would make
A habitat that I could solely contain
No need for control; just to self-sustain
But the maritime bounties
Astound me each day
The ocean is potent
I'm obliged to stay
A glacier which glides at a gradual pace
Carves cirques and moraines
And abandons all haste
If I were a glacier
Of rock and of ice
My stillness I'd savor
How it would suffice
But the maritime rhythms will always remain
No need for division, I know my terrain
If I were a channel, a can*l or a strait
They'd travel my waters
They'd pa** through my gates
But the maritime boundaries
Wrap 'round me the same
The ocean's my docent
My guide...my domain
So I'll bow at my bow
With each nod and each turn
I'll stay strict and firm
At the rear of my stern
For I am of ocean
Which I cannot feign
To change my devotion
Would go against grain