Today

started far too early.

I woke before the dawn,

unable to still

my racing thoughts.

Monday’s are a struggle,

especially with too little sleep.

But even though my list

of things to do is short,

it’s left me somehow

bereft,

at sea with myself.

I hold onto the board

and wonder

how I got there.

Sometimes

The waves feel too high.

But just when I’ve learned

how to swim,

the surf goes out again,

leaving me beached

and gasping

in the sun.

The calm

more frightening

than the cyclone

which came before.

A different kind of storm

is brewing now,

one I’m not sure

I know how to weather.

So for now

I’ll keep doing what I can,

and tread

on ahead

while I search the horizon

for a boat,

or sandy beach.

I’ll continue

kicking my way

to a safe harbour,

Come hell or high water.

Because sometimes,

the best way

through

a hurricane

is to remain

standing strong

in the eye.