The rush of time is pushing from behind,
What is rushing past
causing me to stumble forward.
I wade in deeper,
digging into the pebbles and sand with my feet,
clinging with my toes and flinging my arms out wide
trying to keep my balance.clinging with my toes and flinging my arms out wide
But the slick coating of algae on the rocks
prevents me from finding my footing
on what should feel more solidand more familiar after each dip and crossing.
One wrong step-
one wrong choice-
and I teeter with the breeze and current,
stranded on one unsteady limb.
Reminding myself to breathestranded on one unsteady limb.
I place my air-born foot down beneath me.
My heart beat settles.
I gain composure.
Then at that exact moment God sends a bird swooping,
calling me back to the reality
of his power over my every predicament.
I fall backwards with a splash.
And I laugh.
For I was trying too hard to travel through life and time
forgetting to just sit and soak it in.