The Boats In the Harbour

The many boats around sit in the harbour One tailing the other now and then Serried lined and flanked with one another They pause for thought gathering day before them The ferrous water sits so still in motion As plankton line the sterns and afts like moluscs Peeping over ropes and bobbing under Waiting out the storming rain and thunder They never see a passer by or vendor Instead their vision remains steady on the water Where promises of undulating sea throngs Bring mystery to ocean faring wonder