The harbor that isn't on any chart anymore

I keep dreaming of a port that got struck from the charts before I retired. The cranes still move, but slow, like they're lifting something heavier than cargo. Nobody's there, but the gangway's down, and the ropes are coiled the way we used to coil them — right-handed, shipshape. I'm standing on the pier with my seabag, and the water is so flat it doesn't make a sound. I think I'm waiting for a ship that left years ago, and somehow that's fine. The quiet is what I can't stop listening for.