Weathering Currents

A Matter of time

From birth
We ebb and tide
From embryo
To a purge upon
The rocks
Of reality

We're held high
Slapped
Smiled at
Life is alive

Then

Cuddled
Pampered
Protected
Educated
Extricated from the family
Exonerated of past mistakes
Cast to the winds

Then

And only then
The real weathering
Of currents begin

How challenging
This thrust into foreign waters
The inevitable coming of age
At many an age
The "Holy shit" of awakening
Under water
Gasping for air
Not knowing wisdom awaits
The catharsis of our superficial struggle

To be denied such
Is to not know of infinite breath