Buoyant and beautiful, fragile and fraught,
A life floats on by, it’s yours to be caught.
Focus we can on disasters in store
And stay tied up tight still secure on the shore.
Or venture instead on the unyielding sea
And batten the hatches, but just as needs be
Lest on bright sunny days when there’s nary a swell,
We, in our imaginings, live still in hell.
Storms we’ll encounter, we know that for sure,
But wipe off the salt and then come back for more.
The storms are essential: they help us to see
The days in between for the joy they can be.
24 August 2016