Waiting — Summary

Today I will let the old boat stand Where the sweep of the harbor tide comes in To the pulse of a far, deep-steady sway. And I will rest and dream and sit on the deck Watching the world go by And take my pay for many hard days gone I remember. I will choose what clouds I like In the great white fleets that wander the blue As I lie on my back or loaf at the rail. And I will listen as the veering winds kiss me and fold me And put on my brow the touch of the world's great will.

Daybreak will hear the heart of the boat beat, Engine throb and piston play In the quiver and leap at call of life. To-morrow we move in the gaps and heights On changing floors of unlevel seas And no man shall stop us and no man follow For ours is the quest of an unknown shore And we are husky and lusty and shouting-gay.

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The speaker is a sailor taking a quiet day on an old boat in the harbor. He lets the tide rock the boat and lets himself rest, dream, and remember the hard days of work behind him. There’s a lazy, peaceful mood as he watches clouds drift, lies on the deck, and feels the wind against him. He imagines the wind carrying the world’s energy.

By the end, the tone lifts and turns eager. He pictures daybreak starting the engine and the boat moving again. Tomorrow there will be rough seas and open water, but the men are strong, excited, and ready for an unknown shore. The poem balances the calm of recovery with the pull of adventure and purpose.

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