Squall

when life has been unkind

–and waves engulfing me…

I tack rewind to find

–sublime

the brine of ancient sea,

when life has been unkind

–and I

find it hard to be…

I tack rewind to find

–the line

of squall–in scrawl recedes…

when life has been unkind

and eye

of hurricane alee…

I tack rewind to find

–high tide

and storm will never meet.

When life has been unkind,

I tack rewind to find…

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992