In the Sand

Polished and manipulated

You had prepared her for launch. But

Your course is steered by fear.

Unable, or unwilling? Maneuvering the waters,

You ran her aground. Unwilling

To explore distant seas.

So many years strong, weathered and worn.

You stubborn old fool, unlovable.

But loved, the old craft is built new.

Defined by habit, so stuck in the way

The craft travels the course unchartered until

Its movement is stalled by the weight of the sand.

In the sand you have silenced the passion.

Buried, the weight of movement is not threatened

In the waves and the turning of the water.

You return to buried and anchored.

You can feel her, just ever so slightly

At water’s edge, as she drifts from the sand,

And you listen in deafening silence

To the sea.