The Star Ferry

The Star Ferry blows its horn, "Brraaahhhhhh"!
We are here! We are here!

It is a short journey from Wan Chai to Kowloon...
only minutes, seconds. And it isn't stable on her,
even less so on departure and arrival.

The middle points you get used to as you learn to balance
and watch the mammoth ships and miniscule fishing boats go
by.

"I want to be on that ship...no, the little one would be better."

This is the argument...which is best?

Every wave is felt from that little one. the smell of the bay,
the grime on her from years of abuse and accumulation. So subject to
the whim of the moon, nature herself, the rains and harsh sunlight.

From the ship I am subject to nothing, "was that a wave that just
went by"?
Others move from my path with haste and there is nothing to fear. I
gather
no barnacles and it is rare the moon demands much of me.

From the Star Ferry it is simple. We are here! We are here!

Then the ride is over, the landing inches its way down and we
walk off to dry land as quickly as we left it. It is all over so quickly
and always so nice to visit.