Roiling waters
bubble over rocks
turbulence
flows over
leaving you untouched
When we are swept up
like a leaf on the surface
when we are tossed this way and that
we find no purchase
we scrabble for grounding
When we remember
we are not the river
but the stones
change flows over us
but we are always changing
Unchanged
we are calm in the storm
certain in uncertainty

the future
will be… what it will be
we strive to make happen
will happen of its own accord
intervention
or resistance
are like pushing against the waves
and yet
we do what we will do
flow
or
resist
at least we should not be concerned
and trust in ourselves
and the way
that we do as we are intended
when the time comes
until then
do nothing
relax