Between each plunge of a wave is a spot of calmness to be sought,
Almost addicted to the pull of the tide, it's sometimes hard to catch your breath.
Life is slipping by - do you even notice?
Around and around, in and out, up and down, which way is forward?
Narrated by the to-do lists and lack of sureness,
Catching a ride back to the mainland, may be more appreciated than one would otherwise think.
Easily enticed back in to the deep waters, though, slightly more aware of the rip up ahead than once before.