This.
This log boom gliding silently
on pewter waves
tethered umbilically to a single
tug.
Squat, snub-nosed, face only a mother
could love–
This small bundle of muscle
and will
pulls a once-upon-a-time forest effortlessly–
a loggy wake.
O, the power of purposeful alignment!
The power of faithful service
hauling a forest
home.