An Anchor Weeps (a poem)

An anchor weeps its sea salt tears
Absorbed by the flowing current.
The tides ebb around it
as oceans are ones to do
Ever changing.
And yet the anchor sits, unmoving, at home on the silt.

A chain is pulled taut upwards from the anchor towards the depths above.
Attached to what? The anchor does not know, for under the waves it is dark,
much too dark to remember things like glistening pools of sparkling light and the things that dwell in such.

But that chain weighs heavy on the anchor, for it knows what happens to those who get attached,
it grounds them against the tides or sinks them beneath the depths.

Trouble is, in either case, there is eventually only stillness, only silence,
leaving the anchor with no way to know what it has done.

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