I am the harbour
I am the harbour, still and steady, rooted beneath the tides.
Thoughts pass through me like weather: some soft as wind, some loud as storm, but none of them are me.
I do not merge with the wave. I do not become the ship. I let them come, and I let them go.
Others may carry winds of their own, but I do not have to sail their seas. I stay here.
Present.
Anchored.
Me.