out on the water
no land or refuge in sight
we rock with every wave
a breath
up - inhalation
down - exhaling, a slide
and in our boat we battle
currents not meant for us
the heavy pull
of dark and swirling anger
cold distrust and sparkling,
bruised hurt,
the ocean
capable of holding so
many emotions
they throttle
the boat til it swings
on the verge of flipping
over,
crew and cargo drowning,
but wait--
the rowers sing--
THIS IS HOW WE LEARN
with every new storm
a new skill
with every upheaval
a choice
a chance to learn how to repair
to respond
not by avoiding the passage
but by traveling with our whole
hearts
open--the sails
unfurling in the sun
up - inhalation
down - breathing out
and raising
our voices, as one.
~
RN
