The Cove

This morning in the cove
many sailboats sat quietly
in their slips.
Their masts standing tall
and naked in the sun.
Arms of land protected these
sleeping vessels.
Farther out in the harbor
larger boats waited impatiently
for their turn at the pier.
A busy place, the harbor
A peaceful place the cove.
It made me ask myself, Am I
sitting contentedly in my cove?
Or am I in the harbor
Waiting to move out
with the tide.

by Ann Abercrombie

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