Ebb and Flow

My ears entice me to look out of my window upon hearing

a sweet bird singing atop a pine tree branch,

whose luster remains in the dead of winter…

as with the earth in which it is rooted

As

        the

               rain

falls

from my cabin roof, I become one with the misty rain.

My thoughts become as still as the bay

sitting in the background

Ebbing

and

Flowing

.

As I am one with the rain, I become one with the

ebbing

and

flowing

of the bay.

I now have clarity.

I think of my future, and am reminded that life-

Can be wrought with rainy days,

But there’s still a song to sing and

A beautiful future to web…

Ebbing

And

Flowing

With the tides of life.

Gayle L Jenkins