Hear the cries, the boats are calling,
sirens lurking in the masts,
softly singing, clink clang ringing,
yielding to the passing wind
selling dreams with rustling chatter,
clatter of taut ropes, tied sails.
“Set me loose,” Calypso cries.
“Undo my mooring”’ echoes Jade.
Tulip bobs and joins the chorus.
Sea Gift whimpers, “Let me go!”
Rondo whispers salty secrets to
Marika moored near Mir. Albatross
ignores the racket, tied up firmly,
riding high. Talisman’s wood deck
is creaking, “Board me quick
and take the wheel”. Tel Aviv’s armada
beckons: “Buy me, free me, sail away,
far beyond this burning shoreline
clutched by borders, choked in sand.