I’d forgotten what it felt like to be anchored.
I had been adrift for so long I couldn’t see the shore.
I found it strange to see the sun change places with the moon;
The rise and fall grounded me in time.
I allowed the wind and rain to batter me senseless -
What sense could anchor me?
What weather harm me?
I couldn’t sleep; I didn’t dream.
Through tears I found my heading.
Days and days and months and years
I made it safely back to harbor but
Now the docks are burning.