Froth & Churn

In this froth and churn
Of the day-to-day
Beset by waves
Of passion and fear
Love and anger
Confusion and unshakable certainty
I become an Island
At the tempest’s centre

Unmoved by the tides
Steadfast in the currents
An oasis of calm in the tumult
The waves break upon me
Then slide back to the ocean
Their energy dissipated
Until the sea itself
Is becalmed