Boredom lulls like the wind pampering the Union Jack
Where the water lightly splashes against the hull
The sun beats down one side, while the other hides in shadow
The concrete barge holds its Tenacious sprit, while seagulls fly free
Ropes coiled up to the point of explosion, while the sails are bundled to solitude
A ghostly helm stands silently while the rocking soothes minds to sleep
The itching to go is like the salt air
Voices are faint like the distant bell
Only to be heard by the ones who heed its call.