Trough
by Judy Brown
There
is a trough in the waves,
a low spot
where the horizon disappears
and only the sky
and water
are our company.
And
there we lose our way
unless
we rest,
knowing the wave will bring us
to its crest again.
There
we may drown
if we let fear
hold us within its grip and shake us
side to side,
and leave us flailing, torn, disoriented.
But
if we rest there
in the trough,
in silence,
being with
the low part of the wave,
keeping
our energy and
noticing the shape of things,
the flow,
then time alone
will bring us to another
place
where we can see
horizon, see the land again,
regain our sense
of where
we are,
and where we need to swim.