The sea rises and
falls
climbing the
rungs on a ladder
it lifts and
lowers;
breathes in and
out
the harboured
safety.
Feet, too, have
ebbed and flowed
on this artisan
escalator;
pleased to be
returned
from the jaws of
storms,
or gleefully
boarding
for pleasure boat
jaunts.
As tree rings
reveal age
here the worn
indentures
of footfall
shout antiquity
smoothed beyond
splinters
by the glossy varnish
of sweaty hands.
1 comment:
I love the careful thoughts given to this simple ladder on a harbor wall. Enjoyable piece of writing!
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