Dark slippery waves recede
as my torso clash with its
inner world exerting pressure forth.
Turbulence is only the beginning.
Navigating the maze of tomorrow
means full immersion of today.
Every drop of tears has gone into
the waves of yesterday.
The dark undertow still visible, yet
as the sun opens up the magic curtain
of our waking hour, peace is assured.
Built on top of the mountain of
conflict, sense sprout over cracks
I stop to admire how far the horizon
has settled, after the storm.
There’s nothing else to do but to
bend and see the imprints
of land and sea.
For what it’s worth, the new day
is bitter sweet when all’s