Splish splash
Boat at anchor
On the sea
Roly poly
Float the logs
Storms set free
The clouds did not break
The sun did not shine
So I sat with the rain
Found the beauty in the greys
With the susurrus of droplets
Falling on the gentle sea
In the peace I found there
The spark of a mirthful hope
Perhaps it would be better
If the rain did never end
The unyielding
Asks me
To yield
So I become the cloud
Pass over the peaks
Flow through the valley
I align with the supple forces
Which overcome the implacable
Oh
The many beauties
Of ageing
And I
Delight in the roar
Of rushing water
Coursing over stone
For a moment
At least
As content
To view the scene
As to be in it
Resist
And be dashed against
The rocks
Let go
Allow the chaos
To coalesce
I rejoin
Resolving flow
Into the known
I hold on tight
This tiny raft
Upon the raucous
Seething froth
Ride the fury
Through the pass
All the while
Seek inward poise
For only then
Will ire abate
The rapid’s run
Is fueled by hate
While narrow walls
Are blinders worn
To keep my mind
In raging state
We battle through it
We quell the uproar
We resolve the confusion
We overcome
And it feels good
Even in the midst
Of the worst of times
These are the best of times
So I wonder how it is
We fail to acknowledge
Just how much
We love a good war
We are a species
Of adrenaline junkies
Bent on our own destruction
Because it makes us feel alive
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