Namely names With a history, Like a well that'll never run dry. The steerage babble swells. The obligato continues, joined by the chorus ashore. The ship approaches and confusion grows. The promised land looms.
Chains rattle, ropes whirr, anchors splash, Then just harbor sounds.
The cacophony stills. A moment of silent prayer. She made it here. Moist hands grip fears, hopes and valises. She moves to meet her future.