Unsentimental

Unsentimental Overcast this Saturday the clouds are light grey letting in light on the dark water. Only one ship anchored in a bay this morning It is high in the water, waiting for a birth to fill the cargo holds with stuff from one port to another. The ship has a black funnel with two red rings she is elderly and needs a lick of paint, probably from my time in the merchant navy. I was not a good sailor, was impatient to reach a port any port would do, as long as I got ashore away from the floating gossiping village, freedom! Settled in my old age, I see the futility of sea life.