At Anchor
I see a yacht riding at anchor
On light blue, sky coloured sea,
Nestled in a nook of Ralphs Bay
And imagined that was me.
I would lounge back in the cockpit
With a hot, fresh cup of tea,
Enjoying the weak, watery sun
And the seascape I could see.
When this warm, May Day draws to a close
I would pull the hatch tightly,
To shut out the evening cold,
Settling for the night, happily.
Sailing these beautiful southern bays
Back in a yesterday, was me,
Relieving the stresses of every day,
Now, nothing but a distant memory.
5/2025
Bill Edmunds 