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The anchor rests on worn pine boards
Its iron teeth grip salted cords
Kettle breathes on copper crown
White plume rises, settling down
He watches from his wooden chair
Salt and steam in morning light
The heavy chain unwinds tonight
No storm can hold what time releases
Just quiet hands and scattered pieces
Salt and steam, the tether frees
Thirty years the lantern swept
The cliff edge where the gulls still wept
Now porridge bubbles in the pot
He stirs it slow, remembers not
The foghorn's voice lives in his thumb
Salt and steam in morning light
The heavy chain unwinds tonight
No storm can hold what time releases
Just quiet hands and scattered pieces
Salt and steam, the tether frees
A gull cries past the window pane
Like ropes once pulled through wind and rain
The chain lies coiled like sleeping snake
Its joints awake for quiet sake
He pours the tea in chipped blue cup
No logbook now, no midnight bell
No lens to grind, no tale to tell
Just steam that ghosts the window glass
And iron yielding, coming past
The keeper stays, the sea lets go
The flukes unfold like folded wings
Released from all the deep sea things
He wipes his hands on wool worn cloth
The ocean loosed its iron troth
Breakfast waits on wooden tray
Salt and steam in morning light
The heavy chain unwinds tonight
No storm can hold what time releases
Just quiet hands and scattered pieces
Salt and steam, the tether frees
The anchor rests, its work complete
Beneath the window, cold and sweet
Kettle clicks, the water done
Another day, another sun
He smiles at rust on kitchen floor
Salt and steam in morning light
The heavy chain unwinds tonight
No storm can hold what time releases
Just quiet hands and scattered pieces
Salt and steam, the tether frees
Salt and steam, the tether frees
Salt and steam, the tether frees
