I anchor the boat of me
in the sheltered harbour
and the calm bay of predictability,
never venturing out into the
open waters with the chance of storms
and the crashing, tumbling of waves
that could bring the boat asunder.
And in this safe harbour the boat of me
sits rotting and unused in the still waters
from which it has never moved
and where it shall ever more stay,
till its sinks beneath the waters
and becomes the place for
fish and creatures of the sea to play.