Memories of a port

If life is an ocean, I brave the storms
Careening wildly from port to port
To find only temporary refuge in these docks
Before I return to the waters.

With each visit, I enjoy my time
Away from the swelling waves
But the ocean is a jealous mistress
And she cannot be forgotten long.

So I return to her, quicker than desired
To ride the curves of her body
To brave the choppy waters of her anger
And I dream fondly of each port I call home.

If life is an ocean, I welcome the storms
For it is the storms that drive us to port,
Bringing us together, binding our lives,
If only 'til the waves calm and life claims us once more.