December Mooring

magrelinhos

 

This wait of months awaits its final moments
Watching cruise-weary harbour boats
Reposing after a day’s meandering of creeks
Crammed with history’s currents

 

This wait of months awaits its final moments
Under the calcified gaze of city walls
Surrendering to the force of floodlights
Punching holes into the darkened bastion

 

This wait of months awaits its final moments
Solitary soul pacing a barefoot promenade
As the slackening seconds unravel memories
Roped around a December mooring

 

This wait of months

Needs wait no more


© Sandro Bugeja

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