At Anchor

We find ourselves, anchored
to the fulcrum of Archimedes,
our vessel poised in stillness
upon the point of equilibrium.

While about our axis planetary clockwork 
beats in systolic rhythm, pumping salt sea
through hydraulic passages - 
sounds and oceans, straits and channels,
veins and arteries - we pause, 
disconnected from the mainspring.

In quiet wonder we abandon
courses, charts, and destinations
for the beneficence of sunlight,
the reflections of water,
the counsel of silence.

Tomorrow, deliberate imperfections
threaded through our warp and weft
will disturb this fleeting balance -
drawing us back to our positions
within the mechanism of time.

But in this moment we are
waterborne, weightless,
unmoored from being,
illuminated by grace.