Raise the
Waterline
From the captain’s private log.
Not trying to catch lightning twice.
Trying to raise the waterline.
A cup held out to the endless sea,
But not every wave is worth the ride.
Not every harbor is a haven,
Not every anchor holds the floor.
Somewhere between the wind and water,
I’m learning where to moor.
Not trying to displace,
Nor claim an ocean as my own.
Not trying to outrun the tide,
Nor bend the current to my will.
Some waters are meant for wandering,
Others are meant for being still.
Just learning what keeps me buoyant,
And what makes the open water home.
Not trying to list beneath the weight,
Nor chase the storms that call my name.
Learning to hold my course instead,
Without mistaking peace for shame.
Sitting stern low, sails open wide,
With the wind upon my shoulder,
And the world beyond the windward tide.