I’m floating on the surface of the sea.

The waves and winds they carry me

further from the shore of my security. 

Out here drifting on my own

not knowing where the tides will take me,

I’m finding peace in the overwhelming fear.  

What of the unknown?

It’s not my place to find it out,

to turn my mind inside out with anxiety

over what I am unable to control. 

 

Drifting out further and further from the shore,

I’m letting go of anchors

and casting off the ropes that kept me

tied up to the harbor. 

I close my eyes and fight back the terror

of the impending storm on the horizon

and fix my face up toward the sky.

If it is, then it will be.

There’s nothing I can say or do

to change the thoughts inside your head

that drive you out like mine drive me

miles and miles away from the beach. 

 

There’s no tomorrow. 

There’s only this one moment,

and if I fail to grasp the time I’m given

it will never come back ‘round again. 

Treasure through my fingertips,

as I grasp and gasp for air. 

Drowning in a moment’s time

is not so bad when I’m surrendered

to the notion that there’s something more

waiting on the other side.