Wasted Ships



I let my ships sail away to explore the world with pieces of me. I stood in the harbor impatient for them to come back to tell me who I become. The short returns I reintegrated with nothing but matter-of-fact-ness. The long and never ones I mourned like children and mothers. And so I wasted them because I didn’t get how ships and harbors and wind and explorations and change and I work.