Forlorn

Does the listing little boat lie hoping for one last tide to release it from the estuaries embrace?
Does it remember what it was to have the fresh wind fill it's sails and set it wandering free?
Or is this it's final rest, spirit broken, adventures all spent, wild no more. Like so much of here it seems but a ghost of what it once was.

I had time to ponder as I walked the cold grey desolate shore of my least liked place. Two visits within two weeks is exactly two too many.