Tugboat
My Starbucks coworker said that
“If you were a mode of transportation,
You’d be a tugboat.”
At first I was confused.
All I could think of was a book I had
As a child,
Lost little red-and-white tugboat
Stuck up the river.
But when I went to haul out the garbage that night
I wondered if she might have a point.
Tugboat huffing, puffing, steaming, pulling,
Leading on a parade float of a cargo ship
The real powerhouse behind the whole operation
Maybe that is me,
Tugging others on with everything I do—
Maintaining my effortless camp-counselor persona
By singing Disney songs
And snarking at everything around me,
Chopping out roots all summer
With my muscles and huge personality—
When really
I feel quite small.