|
| |
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.
Copyright ©
Michele Fermanis-Winward
|
|