The ebbs and flows of our love
keep me spinning and swimming
toward some solid ground to stand on.
In search of this land,
I peer both inside myself:
deep into the marrow of my bones,
into the height of my full upright posture,
into the ever-present beating of my heart.
And I peer also into the space between us:
into the warmth of your hand in mine,
into the primal force of our interlocked gaze,
into the dreams we speak half-awake in our dark cave bed.
It’s all flux and reflux,
we remind each other
when the tides turn rough
and we are flung far from the lands
of our previous knowing.
There is beauty in the distances we traverse
so quickly on these tempest waters,
tossed into seas of ecstasy and then in turn, turmoil.
The clear skies burn ever so brightly when the clouds clear.
The questions of our times are not simple ones,
and the answers therefore are as complex
as the galaxies we come from.
We know that it is not about returning to what we’ve known,
it is about riding the energy of this chaotic unfurling
even more deeply into the mighty waters that are calling out to us.
Singing sweetly then yelling loudly,
these waters plead us to allow the wisdom of our bodies to keep us afloat
with patience and humility upon the seas of time.
Alia Yarrow, 2018