Her cargo

[Emacskye]

My first poem in years...  I work on a small Scottish island, reliant on its ferry and seasonal tourist trade.

Her cargo
 
Her cargo, our islands life
She introduces and intoxicates
With seductive summer blooms
Connections are planted
 
An invisible storm, a wind with no direction
We’re given a mooring and told to hold tight
Our isolation is our protection
 
A web of kin, a firefly to light the way
We’re given a life jacket and told to reach out
Our connections are our salvation
 
The umbilical of our connections
With whirling amniotic waters
She berths and births
Her cargo, our islands life reborn
 

Nice poem you really describe the sea life really well, I don't think there is anything wrong with this piece other than the lack of periods which I think you forgot to add some. I like the lines "with seductive summer blooms" interesting poem, thanks for sharing!

Thank you
I did, bizarrely, forget the full stops.