Every wave seems to make it a point to let me know how powerless I am to stop it.
But this doesn’t bother me.
I go over or under their power without any fear.
I don’t sit still easily. I prefer motion to rest.
And I must like to worry –
Because I do it all the time.
I have a relentlessness to me
that is endearing if I am solving your problem
And irritating if I am trying to get you to answer my question.
The ocean keeps me quiet by forcing me to hold my breath.
I have been taught by some that
A man should know if limitations
And told by others
“I am large, I contain multitudes.”
You sit wherever you please. I don’t have any advice today.
Grace in the Morning Rain
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