Periodically she plumbs the depths of her soul
Tests vessel’s integrity,
Seaworthiness for the rough voyage.
Blanketed with dark of night,
Secreted in invisible bubble
Under flourescent day light,
Spotlit by prying eyes,
She probes edges with her fingertips,
Applies pressure, seeking reassurance
No fractures lurk hidden beneath bruising.
She pushes at the seams
Of scabbed lacerations,
Determined to eradicate infection,
Putrescence potentially grown
In sewage-strewn stagnant harbors.
Battle-worn, sails tattered and torn,
Hull dented not breeched,
Rancid waters neither flooded,
Nor immersed her soul.
Rising and falling with the waves
Raised on the crest of the waning year
Dropped into the trough of a dawning annum
She sails on.