the row
- Suzzanne Fairbank
- Aug 28, 2014
- 1 min read
Updated: Jun 29, 2020
It is not the pulse of oars shattering surface, dragging deep into water causing all that is still to stir.
It is not the slide that brings you
forward and back,
like the steps in life that often
advance and retreat,
and, at times,
slip out from under you.
It is meeting the impact,
embracing the challenge,
allowing conflict of glassy surface lying
still in complacency of night
to burst open
the promise of a sunrise.
It is finding the rhythm,
the balance,
the passion,
the simple bravery
to escape the grip of
tussled sheets
that comfort and envelop
you to linger in their caress.
It is the daring to rise again and again grasping the oars boldly, confidently, fully.
It is embracing the journey
of renewal and discovery
every day,
every moment,
every breath.
It is the row.
