The Trough – Judy Brown

I can smell the ocean, summer is nearing.  I thought of this poem.

The Trough

There is a trough in waves,
a low spot
Where horizon disappears
And only sky
And water
are our company.

And there we lose our way
We rest, knowing the wave will bring  us
To its crest again.

There we  may drown,
If we let fear
Hold us within its grip and shake us
Side to Side,
And leave us flailing, torn, disoriented.

But if we rest there
in the trough,
Are silent
being with
the low part of the wave,
our energy  and
Noticing the shape of things,
The flow,
Then time alone
will bring us to another
Where we can see
Horizon, see the land again,
Regain our sense
Of where
We are,
And where we need to swim.

Judy Brown.

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