Harbour (Friday Night Poetry Corner #111)

​”A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.” — John A. Shedd.

I sought safety and refuge,

For over half my adult life,

Telling tales of madness,

Spinning old yarns,

Picking up daily -

Where I’d left off before.

Many maps, laid claim -

To fortunes -

Beyond my wildest dreams,

I learned from old pirates,

Of the beauty of a life,

At sea, unknowing -

What waves would come my way.

So I let go of bowlines,

And sailed the sea,

Finding treasures,

In the depths,

Of myself -

Of which no map speaks.

Kevin Brown © 09.08.2016