under water

you are a ship
at the bottom of a sea.
listing, rusting slowly,
under the salt
and weight of water
over time.
no sailor on deck
pointing to the north
star, no land
in sight, no letters
from afar.
in the black deep
the blind fish swim
through your portholes,
the leviathans
bump up against your hull
mistaking you for them.
you are docked forever
in one place,
anchored to where you
rest, unmoving,
unable to sail where
you want to be.