After the Storm

Shrouded in early morning fog
the prow rides low
tethered to its mooring,
rolling easy to a mantra
from the belly of the sea

Solitary totems
the poles of forgotten piers
stand firm in the sand
and shadows cast from slender
masts
of seamen’s crafts
ripple on the water’s dawn

Majestic sentinels
proudly keeping watch
over silent shores