We felt the waves crashing

and knew it was time

to change directions,

time to steer the boat

towards quieter waters,

time to dock on some dry land

and meander in the green,

one step at a time.

And so we did.

Time arrived in buckets,

empty, still, inviting

slow movements,

going no where in particular.

We felt the storms subsiding

and knew things

were getting better,

time became our friend,

slowness became our creed,

healing arrived,

restful, light, nourishing.

We swam in a river of gratitude,

restored.