Overwhelmed

Thoughts become stuck in my head
And like waves of a confused sea
They hit my consciousness
Unexpectedly without pattern

Unpredictable onslaught
All encompassing
The boat dives nose down
And disappears from sight behind a wave

Clarity

Clarity
Boundaries
Knowing
Limits

No liminal space
No flux
No fluidity
No wondering

There is calm
In that moment
Of clarity

Before the noise
Of life
Washes over you
Hampering your senses

Outer Hebrides: Go with the flow

Again this one does not quite fit yet.

drying wet-suits and a grill in the foreground looking over an ocean bay

Discarded wet suits
Drying in the breeze
A sad looking bag of charcoal
Crunched up
Holding the potential for one more BBQ

But not here
Not now
Not on this holiday
ANYMORE

Sadness creeps up
The simple life
Of our ever-so-slightly moving abode
Will soon be packed away
For another summer

August has just begun
But for us the summer is over
100s of emails looming
I have 48 hours leeway
And mentally push
Against the tidal amplitude of work-life

I love my work
But the constant pressure
Like currents in the sea
I have rowed against
Had become too much

I hope my learning
Will last and like my kayak
I will only put the paddle into the water to steer into the right direction
Occasionally
And not dispense all my energy rowing against the swell

I won’t fight
Against the tide
Anymore


Raw

Raw so that your skin burns
Raw when the child turns
Raw when you remember

Raw so that the tears flow
Raw when the pains grow
Raw when you see love go

Raw so that you can’t feel
Raw when the wounds heal
Raw when you forget

Raw so that the time is slow
Raw when friends won’t show
Raw when you stop grow