Unseaworthy Poem by michele fermanis

Unseaworthy

I creak like an old ferry
coming in to meet the wharf
mindful of less agile passengers

but like a wayward skiff
my thoughts soon override the pier
bounce against its rails, veer off

impatient with each lurch and bump
engines churn, make the waters flounce
I want to glide, admire my wake

I'm taking longer at drydock
and can't maintain this tight routine
too many layers patch my hull

beneath the waterline, barnacles itch
and I can feel those worms at work
I'm eager for an obscure berth.