Unseaworthy

Unseaworthy I creak like an old ferry coming in to meet the wharf mindful of less agile passengers but like a wayward skiff my thoughts soon override the pier bounce against its rails, veer off impatient with each lurch and bump engines churn, make the waters flounce I want to glide, admire my wake I’m taking longer at drydock and can’t maintain this tight routine too many layers patch my hull beneath the waterline, barnacles itch and I can feel those worms at work I’m eager for an obscure berth.