one word blues: anxiety

you said you wouldn't
cop to the plea,
passing round
the anxiety
of never doing,
of never seeing,
of never redeeming
yourself
for the price
of this pain.
the waterfront calls,
her coffees grinding,
calls in
the afterdark,
the morning cool
around your
lurking wisdom.
Gathered, she did,
shelter for
your storms,
riddled, we are,
for the means
to be born.