The waves

Stephen Chinnock

17 June 2020

The waves in the ocean
never stop
and so it seems
the waves of grief
relentlessly break
on the shores of the heart
crashing unexpectedly
dumping me into the gritty sand
of reality now
just when I think
it’s all under control
I get rolled over again
in a breaker
taking away my breath

When all seems sorted
dinner on the table
everyone’s needs
catered for
the rhythms of life
take my mind away
into the depths of the ocean
of consciousness
leaving my soul stranded
on a rocky platform

Stand up
I say to myself
breath in that
salty air
fill your lungs
with hope
and the smell of seaweed!