Safe Ships

I'm a ship
      safe
      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.
Alone
          it does nothing,
but jumbled together
I'm tied down.

I don't want to be
safe.

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
winds.
I might
look beyond the bow,
past the horizon,
to a sea of milk
and honey.