Friday, February 5, 2010

Trough


There is a trough in waves,
A low spot
Where horizon disappears
And only sky
And water
Are our company.

And there we lose our way
Unless
We rest, knowing the wave will bring us
To its crest again.

There we may drown
If we let fear
Hold us within its grip and shake us
Side to side,
And leave us flailing, torn, disoriented.

But if we rest there
In the trough,
Are silent,
Being with
the low part of the wave,
Keeping
Our energy and
Noticing the shape of things,
The flow,
Then time alone
Will bring us to another
Place
Where we can see
Horizon, see the land again,
Regain our sense
Of where
We are,
And were we need to swim.

by Judy Brown

7 comments:

Tess said...

Resting, not drowning.

lucy said...

tess - glad to hear it... i'm trying :-)

Kel said...

being with the low part of the wave

a resounding invitation and confirmation to simply float where one finds oneself, to cease striving for the peaks and the views, to understand that the low part of the wave has a view of it's own too

perhaps a dolphin swimming past,
or, a turtle!

SUNRISE SISTER said...

This is such a lovely piece of poetry and wisdom. xoxo

lucy said...

kel - just wondering if you've read sunrise sis's post today re: her turtle? i love your words that "the low part of the wave has a view of it's own too."

SS - i can tell you liked this piece based on your own lovely reflection at the mind sieve.

xoxo

Dan Gurney said...

Lovely, and wise. We came, after all, from the sea.

lucy said...

hi dan - thanks so much for stopping by to visit. this is kind of my "overflow" site, and i hope you'll come see me at diamonds in the sky with lucy, too :-)