New Moorings
I slipped loose some time ago
it feels, the knot untied, cut;
depending on perspective;
gently pushed away to float
freely, wildly, aimlessly.
Some new imagined moorings
hauling steady at my line;
as they ever did and will.
When all the rivers, far seas,
oceans have been sailed upon
and longings have been sated;
I will weary and so yearn
to tie up again, awhile,
shape this berth into my shrine;
'till, new imagined moorings
do haul steady at my line.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2023
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