The safe harbour

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.