The Traveller.

Once upon a time
there was a traveller
whose feet were shackled
to a wooden pole on a dock
and an anchor tied to his waist
and everyday he’d watch the ships
depart for places, destinations and journeys
Vietnam, Jamaica, Cuba and Chile et al.
Eventually he fell in love with the dock
the bustle of the morning
the brawny sailors and their promised
who’d sometimes bid farewell
and the opposite too
the occasional storms
and the hush that followed when
one day that body came floating by
and the intricacies of the construction he now saw
and the lighthouse that was a wonder of the world
at night, especially at night
he fell in love with the beauty of it all
he wanted to live his life out here now
and one day his eyes wandered down
and didn’t find the shackles and the anchor.


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