A ship docked
at the pier of a rundown harbor,
greasy with prints of old mirages —
desolate and poor.
Foggy and remote,
no ships ever navigate here.
Yet one barged in amidst the haze,
its destination unknown,
so was its purpose.
I sat atop my watchtower,
surveying the ship —
a ship I barely noticed
in the gray scene.
It docked.
As if waiting for me.
I rushed.
I leapt from the high tower,
rolling downhill with fierce intent.
The ship blew its horn,
released a heavy breath of steam,
veered its course slightly —
and went about its way.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:16 AM UTC
A ship docked
at the pier of a rundown harbor,
greasy with prints of old mirages —
desolate and poor.
Foggy and remote,
no ships ever navigate here.
Yet one barged in amidst the haze,
its destination unknown,
so was its purpose.
I sat atop my watchtower,
surveying the ship —
a ship I barely noticed
in the gray scene.
It docked.
As if waiting for me.
I rushed.
I leapt from the high tower,
rolling downhill with fierce intent.
The ship blew its horn,
released a heavy breath of steam,
veered its course slightly —
and went about its way.
