New Moorings

Regal rules written on boulders

Guard this dock for aeons

Stolid, unweathered in place,

They shape the island in joint 

With roots of the bygone times. 

Our ship is harboured on the shore

Waves rush towards it, unceasing 

The tidal bore brings tarnish

Of unmoved wilful perpetuity 

Engulfing the silver plates we built.

Like poison ivy, ruin spreads 

Right now, survival is escape.

So we defy the course

And turn around our sails,

Tear off the frozen anchor

Follow the headway chase.

We won't let adherence be our fail

This morn, we halt our endurance

We abandon the shore and set to sail

In search of new moorings.