Swimming the Storm

This is what I know,
that rain and storms,
battles and wars
end,

and like the seas,
they return to placid
stillness.

So in this moment,
I will swim the storms,
battered perhaps
beyond recognition,

but only
for now.

About this poem

I don’t pretend it is easy. But peace comes when we allow it.

The picture was taken in the pool of a fountain in Norfolk. Va.

Tom