No Safe Harbor

Once I lived on the edge
   of a calm cove, tethered and sheltered.
       Ducks fed there; gulls cried offshore at dawn.

I'm all asea, no oar or compass,
   a skiff adrift in muddy water,
      nothing to see or touch
          in a world shallow and deadly.

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