Dropping Anchor

 Dropping Anchor (April 2nd Poem)

I've spent over a decade watching lines, 

Poems, 

Sail by on the ocean of my mind.

As I do the dishes.

As I drive to work.

As I lay awake waiting for the next sound.

I never write them down.

No one reads them.

No one hears them.

I used to think myself an artist.

It used to be part of my identity.

Now I'm a mother, a wife.

I teach poems, 

I don't write them.

But I've seen land in the distance.

The blank page is a possibility

That I can be something else.

That I can share sentences.

Sonnets.

Sadness or joy.

And they won't be forgotten

As thousands of ideas are forgotten.

I steer my ship into the harbor.

I'm dropping anchor.