A dawn wind
ruffles
the still black waters of the harbour,
sending the boats
nudging uneasily at their moorings,
startled awake.
As light shivers into sun,
Some subside into a jogging acceptance,
held hard by rope.
Others strain
towards the open sea,
longing,
hopeful.
Now and then,
one
slips the knots
and,
bobbing uncertain in the currents,
Slides down the bright track
to unknown waters.
