Waves of Transition- July’s Poem

July carried
Transitions
In waves 


There are some waves 
Of transition 
That beckon you  
To shift 
Internally 
With the 
External change 



High tide. 



The kind of waves that 
Rise and fall
More than you 
Anticipate 

They rise 
To you
And, 
You must respond 
To them.

The waves, 
They speak. 

They ask you, 

   What do you carry? 

You pause, 
Shoulders tense, 
Feet aware of the water rising. 

You’re carrying 
What helps you feel 
You belong 

       Your memories 
       Your people 
       Your spaces of home 

You’re carrying 
What makes your heart 
Feel 

	Your joy 
	Your worries 
	Your shame 
	Your anger 
	Your sadness 
	Your excitement 

You’re carrying 
What makes your mind 
Wonder 

	Your questions 
	Your curiosities 
	Your dreams 
	Your doubts 
	Your fears 

You’re carrying 

	A time capsule 
		And 
	An awareness of the present 
		And 
	The ability to imagine the future 

The waves are rising 
They speak to you again—

   What do you want to carry on with you? 

   You’ve got to make room 
   For the new 

   But, 
   to depart 
   From the old 

   You’ve got to make room 
   For the grief 
   Too.

   Release 
   What you need,
   Let it 
   Fall 
   At my side,
   With the tide. 


You stand,
Shoulders loosen a bit, 
Knees under water. 




High tide rising. 




You are in it now. 

You must respond, 
And move out. 

They speak to you again—

   Find the shore again 
   Before what you are carrying 
   Carries you 
   Shoulder deep 
   Beneath the force.  

You wrestle through 
The transition 
Of each wave 
And 
Their strength 

The waves take 
Way 

You 
    Spin out 
             In disarray 


Chaos 
Crashing. 

Your mind goes 


blank 


With the darkness 
Of the waves 

Until, 
Another

crashing. 


A deep breath, 

Followed by lungs
Releasing 
Heart 
Pulsating 
And, 
Your body buried, 
But, 
Safe,
Beneath the sand. 

You are 
Face to face 
With the shore now. 

Face to face 
With 
Your fears and grief 
Too. 

You hear, 

   You can heal here— 
   Keep releasing. 

You move out 
Of the thick 
Of the sand

You move out 
Of the anxiety 
Fear has tried 
to keep you in.  

You see

Yourself
Again. 

You fall, 
Into rest. 

You arise, 
The next morning,  
To waves 
Speaking softly. 

   Move closer,  
   So you can hear me. 

Low tide. 

These are the waves 
That 
Draw you in
And draw you 
To stay   
To walk 
Alongside 
Their rising 
And falling 

They ensure 
That 
You don’t remain 
Stuck,
Stagnant,
In the sand

In your grief
or fear 
or anxiety. 

   You’ve got to 
   Keep 
   Moving forward 

They speak—

   There is more to see 
   More to hear 
   More to pay attention to 

   The new, 
   It’s good. 

   Yes, 
   it will carry 
   Challenge 
   Too. 

   But, it won’t
   Carry you.  

You move closer. 

Your feet touched 
By the gentle rising
and falling. 

The morning light, 
Refracting into the water, 
Reflecting into your eyes.  

You keep walking, 

Eyes unsure of where to focus—
The shells you are passing 
Or 
The horizon line beyond the shores 
Or 
The rising and falling at your feet 
Or 
The people you pass. 

There seems to be 
No rush
No pressure 
No necessary place to leave
No necessary place to seek 

   Your healing 
   Here 
   Is not 
   About 
   Arriving 

There is no timeline

Stay with the low-tide 
as long as you’d like. 

   Let your mind 
   Find ease 

   Simply, 
   Breathe. 

When the water rises high again, 
        And it will, 
You can continue to heal there too. 

Just know 
That the shore-line 
Is waiting to carry you 
Into rest
And 
Peace 
Even as the waves of transition 
Continue on 
And crash through. 

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