My mind can yaw like a boat –
a slight suggestion
can set up magnifying waves –
my efforts to correct them
just makes it worse  –
sets things rocking even more

My thought can drop like a rock
below the surface
where the waves don’t reach,
I can take refuge
beneath the words and the reactions
in the silent depths
where everything is still

There is an underlying law,
there is a calming,
though on my own I couldn’t steady
what has been riled up –
I can perceive it
as hope, as homing,
that stills the sea and sets all things to right.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 1, 2022