a boat sits
safely moored
in the shelter
of protected bay
comfortable
with familiarity
of a scenery
that remains the same
and it suspects
this is joy
this is happiness
this,
this,
this is what is
meant to be

until a storm
tears it free
and sends it sailing
to the wide open sea
away from land
away from the hand
that held it by the wheel
and lost in the waves
it looked ahead
to a new horizon
and thought
these are greater arms
that hold me now
than have ever
held me before