Paddles in hand.
Rowing against
the wind.
Getting nowhere.
Frustrated, I sit.
Seagulls fly above.
Embracing nothing.
The boat sways.
Rocking me
into balance.
As white caps
crash against
the sacred bow.
Turning us back
with a smack.
Trying to catch
our wings
that lift off.
as oarlocks
release
the yielding craft.
Calming
the waters
of the mind.
I sit.
Clearing the way.
In stillness.
Realizing, Its all ok.