Delineate: Uneven Terrain

Another day, another year,
Looking for something simple
But nothing is clear,
As mud coats the here,

A sense of foreboding
About what’s to come,
Stirs up the waters
And obscures the sun;

Yet there is progress,
As mindfulness is growing,
Infiltrating concentration
With piercing awareness,

Making it easier
To differentiate from and respond
To what's happening within
The wildly agitated pond;

And so, amidst
The churning choppy fluid,
Some sunlight gets in
Even when I cannot see it,

Sometimes all I can do
Is plunge into it,
Blindly floundering,
Arms and legs flailing,

Blundering and shouting,
With no certain direction,
Gathering steam and venting it
Into the murky liquid,

Losing my way one day
And finding it on another,
Skimming merrily along,
Equally in the dark,
Yet constantly pursuing the original spark.