Swayed by breeze,
lost my course.
Tossed by waves,
struggled to float.
Repaired the ship,
reinforced the hull,
strengthened helm,
retrained to sail.
New winds and waves
threw me about
upside down, and
off my course.
Beaten, defeated,
ship capsized,
with nothing to hold,
just my breath.
It carried me tender
to an unseen place
untouched by winds,
unclaimed by waves.
A sea of stillness
in a writhing me.
Or was it me
inside the sea?
Either way, now I know
this serene respite,
the safe retreat.
A forever friend
in my breath,
upon whom, I often glide.
The bigger the storm
the deeper I dive.
Suruchi Arora
