She is a ship
A beautiful vessel
Anchored in a dock
Where storms can occur at any moment
"Hope" and "secure" were never synonyms
Until they were cargo sent across an ocean
Without the destination stamped on the crate
At times, she gets seasick
She doesn't worry, she knows
A boat becalmed just means the wind has stopped blowing
Not that the journey
is over
The entire purpose of an anchor is to "sink"
But change that word to "ground"
And you can keep your soul from floating away
Into the June clouds
She's always had a marine soul
A transporter of people and a carrier of beloved goods
She'll navigate this ocean until the entire boat goes under
Today, she looked out her curtain and could swear she saw a mermaid in the sky
