a harbour

a harbour                                                      Charli Wiggill

 

like freebies from the cereal box

one dimensional plastic goodies
pasted onto extremity of horizon
dinky ships stuck patiently
glued to the deep dark depths
 
harbours lie subserviently
wait vacuously for the masters
vaginal openings, awaiting docking
vessels, cumbersome, take their time
 
then the ships thrust up the channel
to’ing and fro’ing ‘til snugly berthed
copious produce spews out from the bowels
satiating the quayside sheds with cash
 

with succeeding trimesters

local economy grows and swells
proud clan we are, look on
Durban gives life to new berth
Durban gives birth to new life