The Wisdom of Water

I’ve been wading

For what seems like years–

Standing in the breaking waves

Waiting

Always waiting

For just the right moment

To dive

Head under the cresting wave.

Instead I shimmy

Forward

Back

Forward

Back

The ebb and flow of the tide

Pulling and pushing.

In the waiting

I almost missed it

That moment where the rising sun

Shines through the curl of the wave.

The light beckons me

To submit to the wave

And trust

In the weight and the wisdom of the water.