the wise Water

Your waves are rough.
Not too rough —
choppy, inconsistent, unsettled.
They feel like a metaphor for me.

Why am I called to you so often?
What pull do you have that I don’t understand?

Somehow you have known me for eternity.
You hold my heart in your depths.
Your waves mirror my mind.
Your salt holds my tears.
Your power, my power.
We are connected.
Intrinsically.

You have always known this.

Thank you, forever friend,
for being a constant presence
of wisdom and belonging.