As I painted that boat and as he got
Weaker, I got stronger. Despite the booze,
I got stronger. And when we got that boat
In the water, he let me sleep on board
Under the condition that I get my
Life together. And I tried. I started
A.A. He waited, parked in his chair on
The dock taking in the ocean breeze and
Watched me take off bag after bag clinking
Full with old bottles. He said now the crew
That he sent to meet me wouldn’t be put
Off by the mess and alcohol reek.
He said I needed these people. He said
I needed someone I could call family.