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Finally nearing the shore

Thinking we’ll now be safe

But realizing, all too late,

That we have lost our anchor

Doomed to drift aimlessly thru

The remainder of our lives

Subject to every whim of the tide

When we are carried away again

Where will we go?

Do we have a plan?

I consider myself a smart woman

With all that I have accomplished,

How could I have been so naïve

As to sign on to a ship

Under a captain who, it seems,

Has no course mapped out?

Was I so desperate to set sail

That I didn’t acknowledge

The imminent danger?

In the midst of my wondering

As we are bounced along the shore

I see the ship that I have been eyeing

Docked at a nearby pier

The captain busying himself

Preparing for another journey

Surveying his vessel; making checks

Bringing aboard all the provisions

He will need for the duration

He is rugged and handsome

And he appears very confident

Sure-footed on the slippery pier

I’ve caught his eye as I stand

Shivering on the deck of our vessel

He smiles and tips his cap

Almost as if to beckon me aboard

As we drift along the coastline

Passing every safe harbor

I wonder if I will ever have

The courage to just jump

© 2009 – Andrea J. Shannon

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