The Harbour

The ship, once wandering,
alone
has found a harbour to rest by.
A Harbour unlike any other;
so pure and true.

It could have stayed
forever,
anchored.
It wanted to, so
desperately.

That harbour is
floating,
drifting away with the waves.

The waves sweep them
closer, then further
apart.

Push
and pull.

What is it like
to be anchored
forever?

Please anchor this ship
forever.