rust fired off in all directions

like sparks

clatter of metal over metal

the release of coils unbinding

that anchor would never move

wedded to the ocean floor, is left behind

this ship, tethered for years

releases the handle

listens for the crash

as the chains fall into the sea

she may travel fast or slow

by night or under sunlight

all directions are hers

she belongs to every horizon

her sails open

she is gone