Release

The ropes lie loose on the pier.
Dirty from use, well worn,
they are suddenly free of knots,
a freeform release from bondage,

About this poem

So many things hold us back, and most things within. When we have the courage to untie them…. our ships set sail. That’s the thing, you know. Our ships don’t come in. They set sail.

The picture was taken in Provincetown, Mass.  I love the abstract flow of them.

Tom