In the quiet moments,
The lulls before the raging storms,
The space between the rise and fall of the waves,
I sit,
I sit in contemplation of the moments to come,
I sit in readiness for the time I must stand,
I sit because I am tired,
I sit because I can,
Knowing that no amount of protestation can calm the coming storm,
Knowing the futility of trying to fight the waves,
May as well try and plait fog or juggle soot.
The future walks the road toward me as quickly as the past walks away,
And I am here,
In the moment of now,
Forever greeting one as I bid farewell to the other,
Until the future no longer walks my way,
And all that is left to do is bid goodbye to the past,
And I sit,
And I smile,
Because I can