leaving port

the ships are more lovely
leaving
than they are arriving into
port. with anchors up,
the white sails tall
and full
as they blow and pull
the vessel
away from land,
finding the deep center
of the river
which leads
out into the open arms
of the bay.
I watch them as they depart,
at the colored flags
fluttering.
the sailors at work
in bright white
coats and stiff hats,
their muscled arms
working the ropes,
becoming memories
to the loved ones left
behind in tears.