The ropes
cast off snaking away like apron strings
The thrum
of engines building in vibrancy, increasing the heartbeat
Seagulls cries
turning to bye bye bye
Harbour
walls cleared, lifetime landmarks seen from a new angle
Emptiness
of the sea emptying the mind
Waves
slapping the hull hello hello hello
A new land
on the horizon, unfamiliar landmarks waiting to be discovered
Headlands
encircling the bay welcoming new life with safe arms
Apron
strings thrown and caught, tied tight.
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