Sometimes I really wonder…
Is it like a safe harbour, for visiting ships?
Some, like clockwork (weather permitting) returning somewhat regularly, a familiar hull, easing it’s way into the embrace of calm waters. A quick trade and then leaving with the high tide, only to reappear the next season.
Some, appearing with the storm. Swift and sudden. Repairs, necessity, need. And then just like that they leave, never to be seen again.
Then there’s some, who appear in the distance. Decked out in warm cheery lights. Welcoming, beckoning – simply looking for a safe haven and a good night’s company. A calm comfortable presence that eases in and out. Comfort, a familiar face.
And then there are those ones. The ones we’d rather not acknowledge. Regret, disappointment, ignorance and naïveté. Sailing in with all sails furled, flags raised. Charming, different, enigma. And then sneaking out in the middle of the night, quiet and slick. Leaving bills unpaid, hearts broken.
Nevertheless one thing stays the same. In the end, they all leave, setting sail for bluer seas. A quiet hush then falls over town. The harbour quiets down. And then we wait. Wait for the next ship to sail in.