Wereda sets sail

Afloat again, the quayside she adorns,
Refreshed, revivified, fresh from the hard,
Once more responsive to her helmsman's touch,
Once more herself - Wereda, mistress true.
Impatient to comply with wind and wave
She contemplates the challenges ahead
And readies all her strength to take up way
To wander wide upon the Carib main.

The weather window calls her to depart,
Captain and crew of one have made their plans,
All three are reunited at the spot
Where she was left a half year of that life,
Which now she strains to share afresh at sea.
As skipper takes command and crew obeys
She slips her mooring, coming under way;
The distant isle will edge to her more near
With every mile the wind bestows as gift.
Resplendent in her livery of blue,
Wereda gathers speed while tossing spray,
And relishes the swiftness of her flight,
Rejoicing in renewed activity.

A fleeting thought alarms her racing mind -
What if the crew should forfeit her respect?
But then vibrations novel calm her fears
And on her journey north from Trinidad
Towards Grenada, tropic isle of old,
She senses and commends a finding new -
That love has now embarked as shipmate three!