Unmoored

This is what I love to see.
Bouys. Anchoring spots
and no boat to be seen.

I love knowing the craft is unmoored,
traveling the seas, ready
to take whatever weather may come

with the certainty that
there is always a place
to come home to.

About this poem.

A poem about boats. About taking chances. About faith and love. Poetry is never about one thing.

Tom