June 25
My life is unfolding Moment by moment. It carries me forward Without conscious direction. I might think I’m paddling A sturdy coracle through the storm, Directing my way over The vast ocean of time. But really, I’m just along For the ride. The current pulls me where it wills, No matter how much I bend And stir the waters With a furious oar. Rest the paddle across my knees, Look up and notice how the sky Reflects the sea. If there is no other course, Then I must celebrate The journey I’m currently taking.
