You wait for your moment
You lift your sails
And catch the wind
Sailor take warning
You can't hold the
wind
She pulls on the main
sheet
Trapped in your canvas
You've caught the wind
Sailor take warning
You can't hold the
wind
Rising, falling
Following her motion
Willing prisoner
Bound to the ocean
You can catch her
You can't hold her
You play her heart
strings
Fire her awakening
Know when she's
leaving
You caught the wind
Sailor take warning
You can't hold the
wind
Sailor take warning
You can't hold the
wind
You can't hold the
wind
You can't hold the
wind
~~*~~
A reminder that during times of anxiety,
some
people built their entire occupations and lives seafaring—
and found peace, joy,
and flourishing in it.
Survival is less about controlling the forces
governing
our existence than it is about effectively
navigating uncontrollable winds and
tides.
This can only be done by relinquishing futile battles
and catching
opportunities when they arise.
The individual moments are precarious,
but their
summation is perhaps less so than appearances suggest.
