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Unmoored in oceans
of possibility,
swept up in the tide
of a rising storm.

Now is the time
to plant your feet,
engage your core
and mind your alignment:

Head over heart. 
Heart over hips.
Hips hinged over knees.
Knees flexed for balance,

also ready for prayer.

Let the howling winds rage
and the raging waters swell.
Let the ship pitch and heave
through roiling waves and troughs
to find safe port on some unknown shore.

Below the churning surface
and above the angry sky
there are deeper currents flowing
undisturbed, unnoticed, unwavering —

a quiet place to anchor head and heart
while you weather this convulsive sea.

Mary Kay Fruga

Mary Kay Fruga is a poet who retired from a career in information technology.

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