Anchored

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