Sunday, May 10, 2015

Safe Ships

I'm a ship
      in harbor, but
I'm meant to
set sail.

I straightened
my mast and
  await the high winds.

            No one will push me off
the dock.
I'm stuck in the seaweed,
                    the marsh all around.
          it does nothing,
but jumbled together
I'm tied down.

I don't want to be

Let it rain.
Flood the shores again.
Untangle me from
this mess so that
I might sail again.

I might
rough the waters and
embrace the high
I might
look beyond the bow,
past the horizon,
to a sea of milk
and honey.

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