“How to survive a rip-current, first don’t fight it.”
I read the headline in a tabloid.
And I thought, this is my one and hardest lesson,
Don’t run away. Jonah tried and was swallowed,
And spit back.
I spend my days running from myself. Pushing against the waves
And currents that run within and through me.
An impossible task.
At best I tread water, and tire.
At worst, in my fight and fury
I don’t see
The moonlight picked out
Across the cresting waves,
And don’t feel the ocean’s drunken wild power,
Don’t feel, under the cold, her warm embrace.
O Lord, return me to myself, return me to the ocean,
I say, and then remember,
I never left.