Destiny’s Draw

Waves on a calm, gray day

are sirens

luring us to steer our vessels toward them,

to ride their gliding, lapping, constant pull

closer and closer,

closer, closer

closer to the rocks.

 

Cold, clear, inviting water

carries me, floating,

to the gaping, scraping, jagged, rocky shore.

The contrast of fluid swirling and pooling

against the forever firmness of stone

speaks of life and eternity

and our journey ongoing.

 

Embark.

Go out into the vast unknown

where there is risk.

When land appears,

there is also risk.

Ride in, find footing,

and embrace the cold plunge.

Feel the rough shore, pull aground,

        and go.

 

July 2013, Written in a sea kayak on the coast of Maine.

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