anchor.

surrounded by ships going and going
their bright sails whistling in the wind
like the wings of a bird
flittering over the sea, and here i am
tending to the waves, watching
motionless
as their colors disappear into the horizon.

and I watch as the sea simmers down
empty planes of blue stretching,
gaps widening, and i am alone,
left behind by ships and sailors.
and anchored in one place,
i hold myself close
and look to the sky
wishing i could fly, fly away.