A ship that spends its existence anchored in place
will never fulfill its destiny
It becomes a haunted mass sinking into the ocean
Never to set sail on the wild tides
Never to be carried by the winds of life
From shore to shore seeing every corner of the world
Breathing life into these places as a vessel of Goods
Blessed by a thousand tongues
Their stories etched into its hull
Instead,
With every tide knocking its wooden body onto the rocks
It breaks.
Over and over and over again.Â
Until it becomes a ship no longer
And sinks into its deep sea grave.Â
Will you remember me when I am gone?
You who never learned to sail my ship
For fear of drowning in the waters of life
You left my ship to drown in your place
© 2024 Marieke de Koker
Photo: Leelenau, Michigan © 2017 Marieke de Koker
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