Above my storms

Calm myself with thoughts of

Where the opposite would lead.

Quicksand of a feeling,

So just lay back and breath.

Like riding on a mountain,

Made up of waves at sea,

By rising off the summit

And simply letting be.

I am only older,

Not wiser by a mile,

No stronger, no less taken

With each and every smile.

But as an earthen wall

Is compacted by its weight,

So time will firm a soul to stand

In ways that look like strength.

And knowing time must steal all things,

And knowing loves must fail,

It's better here, above my storms,

Than in them try to sail.