sail away

xviii

i hated waiting on the harbor.

the wood was old and creaky

and the smell of fish

polluted the air.

the sand stuck to my feet

and the water only taunted me.

it was hot most days and the ships

held nothing but broken promises.

the air was sticky

and the nights were cold.

but i had never been to a place so filled with you.

at the harbor, more than

anywhere,

i could feel you

and smell you

and hear you.

i was closer to you there than anywhere,

and because of that

i loved waiting on the harbor.