Transition Tide

We’ve all bore witness to our most monumental transition:

Woman to mother.

Inside these terms, really no other change will ever present as vast.

Still life will continue to present with warring dualities:

Where one foot remains firmly planted in the past

As the other lunges forward to the new and undiscovered.

The undertow alone, my god.

Existing in the in-between can make us feel unanchored--  

Untethered to place or space or identity.

But the comforting truth remains true,

Whether it’s about me or about you,

No matter where you go, there you are.

Existence magnificent in every form.

To shed from one skin--

The honor of aging,

Afterall, transition is the trappings of the tide calling you back home.