by Rebecca Nieto
My mind is like a river
Curving and growing around the bends.
The rapids drag me under,
But I always surface when the water begins to calm.
And here I sit at the shoreline.
Watching the water rush by.
I can still hear the rapids in the distance,
No matter if I’ve already been swept up by them,
Or if it’s farther along the way.
But that has no impact on the tiny tidepool I sit in.
I feel the cool touch of wet rocks and the misty morning air.
I feel at peace.
The river goes on and on forever,
And has its ebb and flow,
But this tidepool can only exist here and now.
And I’ll savor the shallows whenever I can.