My Captain, My Crew

David B. Pettinari I furled the jib While you tied the boat to the dock

Published: September, 2003

I furled the jib

While you tied the boat to the dock,

That stray lock of hair

Blowing loose in the breeze.

You looked at me with that smile;

You know, the one where

Your lip is just slightly curled upward

And your nose wrinkles so that

Your freckles stand out.

And as you helped me secure that last line

I noticed the look of sadness in your eyes.

You brushed me off with a laugh

You still sail with me.

I know because I feel you at night.

I hear your voice whispering with the wind

Through the rigging, telling me not to worry

That you’ll guide me home safe.

You comfort me in those cold lonely nights at sea

And I trust in you like I always will;

Because you are my captain, my crew.