Discrete: Choppy Waters

Business unusual,
Looking at new options,
Courted by astonishment
And dancing with uncertainty;

Doubt and worry
On the horizon,
Like storm clouds
Slowly moving in,

Have to hunker down
Or get blown before the wind,
Carried away by chaos,
Brought back by resolve,

Can’t get involved
In angry explosions,
Or wild cascading emotions,
Like torrents of rain;

Furiously, it falls, again and again,
‘Til I get lost
And forget what’s happening,
Caught up in the tempest,

Unable to sleep
But instead continuing to ruminate,
On past injustices and present,
Not really being in the present.

Whatever happened to mindfulness?
It disappears and reappears
Like a log floating in
A turbulent stream,

One can only go along
When the river is so strong
And yet aiming for the shore,
I finally surface once more.