Stillness in the Harbour Wind

She leaned into the railing

as the old junk drifted past—

its dark hull slipping through the harbour’s haze

like a memory returning from another time.

 

Wind tangled her hair,

the city rose behind her in softened silhouettes,

and for a moment she carried the look

of someone caught between where she was going

and what she wasn’t ready to leave.

Done