Shifting

 


the winds of change
shift languidly
around me
like a gently sighing zephyr
on a
summer's morn.

 

the bay
appears to be
a glassy mill pond,
but the currents
flow fast
and strong
beneath
its mirrored surface...

 

and so,
the illusion is
maintained,
but
the balance
is
precarious.

 

and
I am
waiting...

 

bound
both
hand and foot
by apprehension,
not knowing
when
the storm
will break...


not knowing
when
the driving rains
will scour
the serenity
that
I know now.


how does
my quivering heart
prepare
for
the inevitable...
the deluge
that will
strip
away
this fragile
hope and trust,
leaving
nothing
but
the gaping void?
the aching,
endless
emptiness
that stretches
black as night
in all directions.


for now,
the sun shines.
its radiance
fills
the breaking dawn
with
unbounded
joy.

 

this heart
flies
just like
the swallow
that skims along
the water's surface
reflecting
its every
twist and turn.

 

so,
for today,
I
will bask
in the sunshine
and bathe
sublimely
in
its
blazing heat,
hoping
that
tomorrow's storm
will
never
come
and
the sun
will

shine

forever.

 

Liana Brittain
July 15, 2002