Day 78 of 100 Poems/100 Days

Proof

Alongshore,
staring out at the harbor,
I know this memory isn’t mine,
but I feel the sadness nonetheless,
the ships banked,
waiting, patient to leave.

One city becomes another,
the foamy waves of one sea,
rotting the hull,
barnacles sinking me deep.

To pilot this ship,
to captain my own soul!

After today,
I promise myself I’ll stop,
but today,
today I’ll stay with my waves.

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