Anchoring

A poem

My mind

Replete with jittery pests

Finds stillness in the oddest

Of places

Ancient piles of past

Bygone bivalves

And reefs restrained to records

To know they have been here for thousands of years

Before me

And will remain long after I am gone

But I can know neither

Only the nonce

The now

The never-to-be-met-again

And so my mind

In its benthic bath

Lets float away

Mistakes that cannot be undone

And that have not yet been made

Some time in history

A boat must have anchored where my gaze lands

A shark must have swam where I sit