Some days my body tells me I am in a boat on the sea Sometimes the current is gentle Lulling, the smooth sway of a baby In it’s mothers arms Sometimes the ocean is angry A raging current that Pulls me until I can’t tell Where the horizon is And my hands clutch the rails Seeking steady footing. And on days where the sea Is a mass of jumping crashing waves Of anger and fear My body tells me I am the boat And nothing inside me Is properly anchored And I feel the careening Of everything in me Slamming from side to side, Crashing breaking tossing. How I long to find calmer waters, To chase them into port So I may finally reach land And find my body, my legs, my brain Stolid and strong under me.