A ship at anchor
Is connected to the seabed
By many tons of chain
And sometimes warp
That lays across the
Ocean floor
Keeping the flukes engaged,
A hull held head
To wind and tide,
Safe but stationary
Upon the earth
And making no progress
Beneath the sun
Or moon,
And that was me,
Anchored by habits
And a relationship
That I believed in,
But that anchor was
Always dragging through
Silt and laying me upon a rocky shore,
But now I have capstained
My warp and chain,
My anchor is aweigh
And my ship
Is bearing away,
Sails snapping full with
The sound of gunshots,
And life with all its
People and circumstance
Heels me over
Til my lee rails are awash,
Dark water sluicing
Away in my wake
But this is good,
For whatever storm
Or tempest presents,
I have no albatross
To worry over,
No looming lee shore and
Pirates had best flee,
For I am James and
I am sailing once again
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 3:34 PM UTC
A ship at anchor
Is connected to the seabed
By many tons of chain
And sometimes warp
That lays across the
Ocean floor
Keeping the flukes engaged,
A hull held head
To wind and tide,
Safe but stationary
Upon the earth
And making no progress
Beneath the sun
Or moon,
And that was me,
Anchored by habits
And a relationship
That I believed in,
But that anchor was
Always dragging through
Silt and laying me upon a rocky shore,
But now I have capstained
My warp and chain,
My anchor is aweigh
And my ship
Is bearing away,
Sails snapping full with
The sound of gunshots,
And life with all its
People and circumstance
Heels me over
Til my lee rails are awash,
Dark water sluicing
Away in my wake
But this is good,
For whatever storm
Or tempest presents,
I have no albatross
To worry over,
No looming lee shore and
Pirates had best flee,
For I am James and
I am sailing once again
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