Adrift at sea, on the far side of an island,
I float in quiet darkness,
Despair creeping in until a tugboat appears,
Taking hold of my line, it pulls me toward the shore,
Miles pass with a shared smile,
Aware that my engines can run,
But stubbornly stay silent.
Before I reach solid ground,
I must drift a while longer,
Until the lines of many guide me home.