Harboured
it waits
this captured time
boats caught mid jostle
clock mid creep
tide mid push
harboured thought
a melancholic pause
not screaming for attention
not a pulsed fiery passion
not bounce-flouncy effervescence
nor rigged with jewelled finery
or fresh paint
it snuggles deep
between todays task
tomorrows fear
yesterdays spent breath
and heavy heartbeats
a salve for tired eyes
a haven for frenetic striving
an interlude moment of peace
for remembrance
in the haste
and sunburn
of life
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