Tides

King Cnut couldn’t still the swell 
And I can’t quell my busy mind,
But I find my perspective shifts on sands.
It’s a reset besides the rhythm of the sea.
I too can’t hold the tides.
As the King showed, this won’t keep you dry.
Instead, I need to stop and breathe
And listen to the waves
And use my lack of power against them
As the means to change 
How my tidal thoughts hold me.

Hannah Going
May 2024