Safe Harbour

I, sitting by the sea Harbour so long,
that salt had settled on my sweater,
gazed forever at the swans.
Unlike the ships
so snug
in the round wide Walls,
my thoughts were turning, like waves were
churning. I forgot the sharp,
salt breeze...
bells bayed at night, and swung
from left to right... but no
lighthouse, or no light, could
bring my eye
not left; not right.

still, and still, I am sitting,
my gaze never flitting, the
white swans unremitting, as they come, and they come,
and they go...