Safe

This mooring of me,
where I have
tied myself safe
in the harbor,
to rest for a while
in the buoyancy
of life.
Neither coming
nor going,
nor caught
in the storm’s
raging sea,
but rather,
in a necessary need,
in a quiet calm.
Where the waters
are blue, are warm,
and the winds
a gentle breeze.

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