Life is like a window exposed gradually
by the tide, and you, not seeing
ahead, trusting
the wisdom of flowing.
You may not know where currents
will lead in their curious compulsions.
You may not even know
if you are the ship or the sea,
a reader of heaven’s oracular map
or a sailor lost beneath the waves there
in the hold of the deep, who, when reaching
for the moon’s pale smile, finally learns to swim.
Jennifer Pratt-Walter, © 2020
