Tossing my line to moor- no one is there to catch it.
I am a ship in tatters, with well-weathered crew.
Battle-tested design, reinforced hull.
Steady ballast, ever buoyant.
Each turn the deep keel greets the sky
And has never met her in capsize.
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| Rickmann, Allan. Scuttled ship. 23 December 2004. Gambia, Banjul Harbor, Gambia.Flickr. Canon Powershot A30. 28 February 2014. |
On starboard, gale tempest.
While far off-chart was a constant concern,
Pointed home, guided terra firma.
The Captain calmed the storm,
Squelched Poseidon's mutiny;
But who to catch the line?
Bobbing in wait.
Absent harbormaster, absent bystander.
I need no expert, I need someone to catch the line.
I need ten fingers, two hands
Two minutes of eye contact,
Ears to hear, time to invest.
Or more provision as I wait.
